Chapter 663

Jeffrey controlled the coal mine. After securing the project contract yesterday, he swiftly processed all subsequent approvals. He had erected isolation boards to separate the mountain from the outside world. Many workers were busy.

Tiffany looked around after exiting her car. Senior management from other companies, Jeffrey's competitors, who had been conversing outside, fell silent, staring at her in surprise. Her expression remained calm as she walked toward them in her flats.

People murmured, "Who is this girl?" "I've never seen her before."

Most present were upper-class; wealthy businessmen and renowned entrepreneurs, all invited by Jeffrey under the alias "Charlie." Charlie enjoyed a respected reputation in the business world, primarily due to being Richard's father-in-law. However, upon arrival, they realized the man they'd been interacting with was Jeffrey.

"Who the hell is Jeffrey?" the businessmen wondered.

Some were about to leave when a car arrived. A young woman emerged, wearing a beautiful, form-fitting dress. Her slender figure exuded an air of nobility. Everyone was stunned, unable to harbor any ill will; her ethereal temperament was extraordinary and pure. Even a second glance felt like blasphemy.

The previously hushed business magnates resumed their conversation.

"Who is Jeffrey Kelley? Have you heard of him? I don't recall anyone by that name in Lovell City."

"I heard he's Charlie's brother-in-law. Our company had a project a while ago. We wanted to collaborate with the Kelley Group, but Charlie introduced me to Jeffrey. The collaboration failed."

"Really? Charlie has questionable judgment. I heard one of his cousins, Stan Olson, absconded with project funds. His reputation plummeted."

"Yes, yes. I've heard that too. Charlie is clearly blind."

The men, chatting amiably, didn't notice the young woman stop and look at them. Tiffany stared at the bald man, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Sir," she said slowly, "spreading gossip could lead to a stroke."

She could complain about her father, Charlie, but others gossiping about him annoyed her.

Tiffany's sudden voice caused the men to turn. The bald man, who had criticized Charlie's judgment, snapped, "Where did you come from, little girl? Who gave you the right to interrupt us?" His chubby face creased.

Tiffany smiled, neither pleased nor angry. "Three," she said slowly.

He sneered. "Who are you trying to scare? You're a fraud." She said I'd have a stroke? Bah! I'm perfectly healthy, he thought.

"Two," Tiffany replied.

The commotion attracted a crowd. The bald man, smug and disdainful, clicked his tongue. "Little girl, you're feisty. But you dared to curse me. You won't leave here today." He snapped his fingers; his bodyguards approached.

Before he could order them to restrain Tiffany, his fingers cramped. His blood seemed to freeze.

"One," Tiffany said.

Instantly, the bald man collapsed, twitching uncontrollably. He foamed at the mouth, his body convulsing. The onlookers were shocked. They knew the bald man; he wasn't a plant.

Terror and panic filled him. He looked at Tiffany with pleading eyes, stammering, "Save… save me!"

Tiffany looked down, her face calm and indifferent. "Do you remember what I said?"

He had no time to think. He nodded frantically.

"Repeat it," Tiffany said.

His twitching face contorted.

Chapter 603 (Note: This chapter number is inconsistent with the previous chapter. It appears to be a continuation of the story.)

Did he have a choice? Even if an ambulance was called, they were in the suburbs. By the time it arrived, he might be dead.

In this life-or-death situation, he forgot his dignity. He recalled Tiffany's words, repeating with difficulty, "I won't gossip behind people's backs anymore… I won't slander Charlie. It's my fault. Please help me!"

He reached for Tiffany, desperate.

That delicate girl? Is she even an adult? He's terrified by her words. Treating her like a savior? the onlookers thought.

A businessman, acquainted with the bald man, comforted him. "Tyson, I've called an ambulance. Don't be afraid."

They didn't move Tyson Evans easily; his stroke made them afraid of further injury. If he died en route, it would be disastrous.

Tyson felt his strength fading. He was going to die. He foamed at the mouth; his convulsions ceased. He was barely breathing.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her expression still calm. Okay, I'll save him. He's learned his lesson, she thought.

She glanced at June, who understood and stepped forward.

(The final line "SEND GIFT" is unrelated and should be removed.)