Chapter 407

The drawer Tiffany opened was filled with cash, prepared in case of anything unsavory happened. Tiffany picked up two stacks, approximately 20,000 bucks. She squeezed them into the man’s hand and firmly spoke, “Leave now, and never come into my sight again!” “Tiffany…” “Go!” Tiffany turned away from him, not wanting to look at him another second. She was embarrassed by how poor he looked. How could she be a daughter of this kind of man? How could her actual parents be so poor? No! She wanted to be a princess—the highly revered Ms. Jordan! With that in mind, she scowled at the man, “I’m warning you: If you tell anyone about this, I won’t let you live.” The man reeled back in shock at the threat but was left with no choice but to leave. Before that, however, he stopped before the door and said, “I wish you the best, Tiffany. I’ll come find you when you’re less busy.” With that, he finally left. Tiffany’s hands clenched tightly. Find her again? For money? A father who