Chapter 162. Too Late

Tiffany stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her jaw set with determination. Vargas’ words echoed in her mind, fueling a fire within her.

“I’ll show him,” she muttered, clenching her fists. “I’ll show them all.”

The encounter with Vargas had shaken her, but it had also awakened something - a fierce resolve to prove herself as a leader within the Red Vipers. Tiffany took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

“I’m not just some princess,” she told her reflection. “I’m River Foster’s daughter. This is my birthright.”

But even as the words left her lips, doubt crept in. Was she really cut out for this life? Could she handle the weight of leadership, the constant danger?

Tiffany shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. She had to stay focused.

Standing from the vanity, Tiffany moved to her closet and selected a sleek black dress. As she slipped it on, Tiffany felt confident.

“You’ve got this,” she whispered, smoothing down the fabric. “Jus