Chapter 667

Tiffany stopped. All the employees at the Royal Tower recognized her and usually allowed her free passage. After a moment's thought, Tiffany said seriously, "I'm from Miracle Healer. I heard President Hampton is unwell, so I've been specially invited to give him a consultation."

The receptionist looked puzzled. "Really?" she said. "If that's the case, why didn't I receive a message from Mr. Huber? And if Mr. Hampton wasn't feeling well, he'd send for Mr. Pauley."

Maintaining a professional demeanor, the receptionist politely replied, "Please wait a moment. I'll make a call to confirm."

"Okay," said Tiffany.

The receptionist returned to her desk and began a call. Before she could connect, she looked up to find the young woman gone.

"Ding!"

The only sound was Richard's private elevator ascending.

"Guards! Someone's breaking in!" the receptionist shouted.

Security guards rushed in. Tiffany had already reached the top floor. She exited the elevator and confidently headed toward Richard's office.

Tyrone, taking a break with a cup of coffee, looked up to see a beautiful woman approaching. She wore an embroidered, form-fitting dress, revealing long, slender legs. Her delicate face was both pure and alluring.

Tyrone was stunned, then alert. He thought, She's beautiful, but where did she come from? Mr. Hampton has no appointments today. She's here to pursue him. For Mrs. Hampton's sake, I can't let this woman near Mr. Hampton's office.

With a determined stride, Tyrone intercepted Tiffany at the office door. "Who are you? If you don't have an appointment, please leave immediately."

Tiffany thought, This is the second time I've been stopped. "I'm from Miracle Healer. I'm here to treat Mr. Hampton," she replied, repeating her previous excuse.

Tyrone immediately dismissed her. "I received no such notification from Mr. Hampton. Please leave."

As they stood in a stalemate, the elevator bell rang. The receptionist arrived with several security guards, shouting, "That's her! She broke in! Take her away!"

The Royal Tower, the world's largest financial group, had strict security protocols, especially due to past incidents of revenge. Trespassers were immediately expelled.

Tiffany was surrounded. She felt helpless. I've gone too far. Will they believe me now? she thought.

Just then, the office door opened, revealing Richard in a sharp suit. His imposing presence commanded attention.

"What's the commotion?" he asked, his brow furrowed in impatience.

Tyrone respectfully replied, "Mr. Hampton, a woman forced her way in. We're removing her now."

Richard was about to agree, but then he saw Tiffany, looking pitifully surrounded by guards. She appeared innocent and vulnerable.

Richard was stunned. He pushed Tyrone aside and strode toward Tiffany. "Why are you here?" he asked, surprised.

Tiffany said, aggrievedly, "Aren't you glad I'm here?"

"I am."

They spoke as if alone, their interaction captivating. Tyrone and the receptionist exchanged shocked, confused glances.

Tyrone thought, What's going on with Mr. Hampton? His tone is incredibly gentle, a tenderness he's never shown anyone else. What about Mrs. Hampton? How would she feel?

Filled with anger, Tyrone felt compelled to correct Richard's behavior. "Mr. Hampton, didn't you say this morning that you'd go on your honeymoon with your wife after work?" He meant, You've only been married a few days! You can't fall for someone else!

Richard disdainfully glanced at him and, putting his arm around Tiffany's waist, walked into the office. The gesture clearly demonstrated their intimacy.

Tyrone was speechless. For the first time, he ignored protocol and followed them. "Mr. Hampton, you can't do this! Mrs. Hampton is waiting at home… She'll be devastated!"

Tiffany smiled. "Tyrone, don't worry. I won't be angry."

Why am I not angry myself? Tiffany wondered.

Tyrone's anger increased. What does it matter to you? Are you provoking me? Provoking Mrs. Hampton? he thought furiously. I've always admired Richard and his wife's love. Now I see it's all a sham!

His idealized view of love shattered. Richard, seeing Tyrone as an unwanted interruption, shouted, "Get out!"

"Yes," Tyrone mumbled, dejectedly leaving.

Outside, the receptionist lowered her voice. "I knew she was trouble from the moment I saw her. She's a vixen, seducing Mr. Hampton."

"Enough. Return to your post. Don't tell anyone about this," Tyrone instructed the staff, hoping to keep the secret. But secrets rarely stay hidden. The receptionist couldn't resist gossiping, and the news spread quickly.