Tiffany blinked, clearly stunned by his words. After a moment, she regained her composure, only to see Richard jump out the window like a gust of wind. Tiffany turned away, realizing her cheeks were burning. “I definitely won’t sleep well tonight!” she muttered.

Unexpectedly, she slept soundly, dreaming not at all. Waking refreshed, she enjoyed a delicious breakfast before heading to school. Arriving early, she found the school relatively deserted. In a cheerful mood, Tiffany strolled along the green path, enjoying the breeze.

But unexpectedly, about a dozen seemingly respectable but actually good-for-nothing men blocked her path. Rough and rowdy, they were clearly gangsters. Seeing Tiffany, they instantly surrounded her, their undisguised amazement evident in their nods and comments.

“Wow, she’s so beautiful! I thought the photos were edited. She’s even more stunning in person!” “Isn’t this making things difficult for me? Who could bear to harm such a beautiful woman?” “Exactly.”

A youth with purple hair stepped forward, chuckling. “How about this? Follow us, and no one will dare bully you. How’s that?” He extended a hand toward Tiffany. The others, tempted to take advantage, seemed eager to follow suit.

Then, a scream! The purple-haired youth’s wrist dangled limply. Everyone stared, shocked. Tiffany, however, didn’t flinch. With a sweet smile, she manipulated his bones, making them crack audibly. “Don’t be scared,” she reassured them, “I’m not a good person anyway.”

The thugs exchanged bewildered glances. They hadn’t expected such angelic appearance to mask such ruthless resolve.

“What are you afraid of? She’s just a delicate girl!” their leader shouted, pointing at two men. “You two, go!”

“Don’t,” Tiffany said, causing the hooligan to assume fear. But then, seeing her nonchalant smile and disdainful eyes, he paused. “Cut the crap. All of you, attack together.”

Her contemptuous attitude, arrogant demeanor, and the provocative use of “loser” enraged the thugs.

“This woman needs a lesson!” The leader yelled, “Attack!”

They charged, some hoping to take advantage, others to reclaim their dignity. But before they could touch her, they were brutally knocked to the ground, wailing and bleeding. In moments, Tiffany had incapacitated them all.

She stepped on the leader’s face, mocking, “Don’t you know your worth? Trash like you, daring to block my path? Are you worthy? Hmm? Tell me loudly. Are you worthy?”

The leader screamed in pain, begging for mercy. “We’re not worthy! We’re losers, not even worthy to shine your shoes! Let us go! We were wrong!”

“Wouldn’t dare?” Tiffany sneered. “If I were a weak girl, would these people let me off? Who knows what they'd do?”

She stepped harder. The hooligan, his face bloodied, cried, “We were paid! It’s not our fault!”

Someone had paid them to attack Tiffany. Though warned she could fight, they were told to bring weapons, which they couldn't do. They'd assumed their numbers would be enough. They were wrong.

The gangster expected Tiffany to ask who hired them, but she remained silent. Finally, he blurted, “Miss, don’t you want to know who wants to harm you?”

Tiffany half-smiled mockingly. “Need I ask? That idiot Jordan, right?”

“You’re brilliant!” he gushed. “Can we leave now?”

“Sure,” Tiffany said, pointing southeast. “Go to the security office, confess, and then get lost.”

The hooligans groaned. “We’ll be arrested…”

Tiffany’s fake smile sent shivers down their spines. They fled to the security office.

Tiffany, unfazed, continued on, calling Jeremy. “Is the training camp finished?”

“Yes,” came the curt reply.

“Well done,” Tiffany praised. “Return. You’re the new captain of the villa security team. I’ve sent the address.”

Jeremy, her capable right-hand man, would provide added security at her villa.

Tiffany then called June. “Where’s my miserable Aunt Selena?” Selena, a wanted woman, was always one step ahead, but Tiffany always knew her location.

June replied, “Lovell City, hiding in the mountains.”

“Tough,” Tiffany said, her voice lacking sympathy. “No money, constant fear… Enough. Time for a mother-daughter reunion. The daughter shouldn't thrive while the mother suffers.”

June understood. “Miss Kelley, why not just kill her or expose her?” she asked.

Tiffany chuckled darkly. “And then what? Jail until release? It’s more entertaining to watch dogs fight. Two enemies eliminated without lifting a finger. Let them torment each other. A slow knife cuts deepest.”