Tiffany turned around and identally bumped into someone Holding a cup of hot coffee with the lid off. The coffee tilted dangerously, but June quickly pulled her aside just in time.
“Miss Kelley, are you alright?” June asked anxiously.
“I’m fine,” Tiffany replied with augh, patting June’s hand reassuringly. “You don’t need to <b>be </b>so nervous. I’m not made of ss, you know.”
June didn’t respond, though her unease was evident. She nced sharply at the woman holding <b>the </b>coffee, her expression hardening.
The other woman had deliberately approached Tiffany. There was no doubt about it.
Tiffany followed June’s gaze and froze.
This woman looked familiar.
June recognized her first. “Mia Lee?” she asked warily.
“d you remember me,” Mia said, removing her sunsses. She looked striking in a leather jacket, her fiery red lips curled into a confident smile. Compared to the arrogant heiress she once was, Mia now carried herself with a sharper edge.
Mia turned her gaze to Tiffany, her expression yful yet calcting. “Long time no see, Tiffany. Or should I <i>call </i>you Mrs. Hampton? Or Miracle Healer?”
Tiffany blinked, her face calm and unbothered. “I’m sorry. Should I know who you are?”
Mia’s smirk faltered.
During Mia’s exile <b>overseas</b>, Mia had thought of Tiffany as her greatest rival. Everything Mia did was to prepare herself for revenge. But now, she’s learned that Tiffany didn’t even recognize her.
Mia clenched her teeth, knowing she just suffered a humiliating <b>loss</b>.
June couldn’t hold back augh. Noticing Tiffany’s genuine confusion, she cleared her throat and briefly exined Mia’s background.
Tiffany finally nodded in recognition. “Oh, it’s you.”
Mia, the spoiled daughter of a former real <b>estate </b>tycoon, had stolen Tiffany’s bracelet and even hired people to get rid of Tiffany. At one point, Mia’d released a tiger to attack Tiffany, only for the tiger to be Tiffany’s loyal pet.
Tiffany’s smile deepened. “I should thank you, Miss Lee. Without your help, I wouldn’t have gotten those two diamond mine so easily.”
Tiffany’s words hit their mark, and Mia’s <b>face </b>twisted with anger
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Mia had been clueless about Tiffany’s identity as Miracle Healer until she stumbled across it on Twitter days ago. Only then did Mia realize the person she hated most was the same one who had deceived her all those years ago.
“Don’t you <b>dare </b>mention that!” Mia shouted, raising her hand to <b>p </b>Tiffany.
Tiffany didn’t flinch, her <b>expression </bpletely calm.
Before Mia couldnd the p, someone grabbed her wrist.
“Mia, why haven’t you learned to control that temper of yours?” said Mason, who appeared out of nowhere. He smiled politely, but his grip on Mia’s wrist was firm.
“Let go of me!” Mia hissed, struggling.
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Mason gave her a light shove, and Mia stumbled back into the waiting arms of Mason’s bodyguards. “Take <b>her </b>home to <b>rest</b><b>,</b>” Mason ordered calmly.
“Yes, sir!”
The bodyguards escorted Mia away as she cursed and screamed, her voice fading into the distance.
Mason turned back to Tiffany, his smile apologetic. “Miss Kelley, I deeply regret my sister’s behavior. <b>Please </b>allow me to make it up to you with a meal.”
Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her tone cold. “That won’t be necessary.”
Without another word, she turned and walked away, June close behind her.
Once they got into the car, June couldn’t help butment. “I always thought Mason <b>was </b>someone to watch out for, and now I’m sure of it. He’s crafty and knows how to y both sides.
Tiffany didn’t respond immediately. The Lee family’s downfall had started when they lost their two diamond mines. A series of bad decisions had pushed the family into ruin.
When Connor was on his deathbed, he handed everything over to Mason. To everyone’s surprise<b>, </b>Mason had rebuilt the business within a year, proving his skill and ambition.
June frowned. “Miss Kelley, you should stay away from him.”
Tiffany raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
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encounter was purely by chance, and Tiffany was surprised. June usually so indifferent, had openly expressed her dislike for someone.
“I think he’s looking at you strangely,” June remarked.
Most people greeted Tiffany respectfully <b>as </b>“Mrs. Hampton,” but Mason’s gaze was intense, almost invasive. Even the way he addressed Tiffany inly <b>as </b>“Miss Kelley,” felt deliberate.
June didn’t borate, only warning, “He’s a schemer. It’s best to keep your distance.”
“Okay,” Tiffany replied, unconcerned, as she hadn’t given the matter much thought.
When they arrived at Luna Vi, a servant hurried over and said “Miss Kelley, Miss Spencer, we just received this invitation.”
June took the card and opened it. It was an invitation to the annual Treasure Appraisal Conference hosted by Treasure Tower. This year, all proceeds would be donated to charity.
The Treasure Tower currently belonged to Tiffany.
Before his death, Victor had left all his <b>assets </b>to Tiffany, including Treasure Tower. Tiffany <i>had </i>returned most of the Ashton family’s properties <i>to </i>their butler, keeping only the <b>tower </b>as <b>her </b>responsibility.
Technically, this invitation wasn’t for her to attend as a guest. It was <b>a </b>subtle request for <b>her</b><b>, </b><b>the </b>owner<b>, </b><b>to </b><b>inspect </b>the <b>venue </b>and the event’s <b>sess</b><b>. </b>