A Graduation Gift

Cold sweats trickled down the man's forehead. Driven by his wild emotions, he was raging with extreme sexual urges. He was puzzled, however. When looking down, he saw a pen positioned awkwardly on the floor.

Picking up the pen, he examined it and scrutinized the tiny black object equipped with it. The device was not new to him; it was not an ordinary pen.

It was a pinhole camera!

Rufus was right all along. Someone was putting Cassandra under surveillance and wanted to deliberately frame her up.

With several quick steps, he strode to the water dispenser in the corner of the room. He effortlessly lifted the barrel of water with both hands.

Hesitant at first, he frowned and then poured the water directly onto Cassandra's body, soaking her head to foot. Rufus took no pleasure in doing that, but he had to do so.

The sudden chill made Cassandra instantly open her eyes. But before she could respond, Rufus splashed the cold water onto her again.

Once, twice, three times, he repeatedly splattered her with water. He didn't stop until the barrel was emptied.

Rufus stood beside the table, holding an empty barrel in one hand. Cassandra, lying in the middle of the table, had been soaked to the skin. The drops of water dripped down the corner of the table and flooded the office.

Cassandra turned as pale as death, spitting water out of her mouth. The cold water brought her to her senses, but she was too weak to exert herself.

"Are you all right? Have you sobered up?"

Rufus asked as he felt sorry for the embarrassment he caused the frail lady. He stretched out his hand and gently tucked her long falling hair behind her ear.

Cassandra opened her eyes weakly, but fatigue totally shut her eyes down before she could catch sight of the man's face.

When she woke up again, Cassandra found herself lying in a bed. The blank ceiling greeted her eyes. As she was trying hard to open her sleepy eyes, Horace's face came into view.

"Where am I?" Cassandra asked with a feeble voice.

head was throbbing with

you to the hospital in time. Cassandra,

slowly got herself up and leaned against the bed, her eyes searched around the room as if she was

her dismay, she was alone with

night flashed back to her mind. She remembered clearly how Rufus splashed

"Hey Cassandra, wake up!"

the memories of last night crowded her mind. She was

that cup

Are you all

of worry, seeing that

She blinked her eyes and

you come

Horace hurried forward

that you don't work so hard after this. If your family knows about this, they might think that our family abuses

day of work, Cassandra passed out in

promise I won't overwork

it had already flashed back to her memory. She didn't know how Rufus managed to solve everything, but

eyes reflexively and looked in the door's direction. Rufus came in with a wry smile on his face.

you feel

at his watch and bade her goodbye.

dad. I'll take

ever. After Horace left, Rufus and Cassandra were deafened by the silence of the room.

wrong? Has your

worry. He sat on her bed,

night, Cassandra's body temperature suddenly mounted - she had a fever as the result

palm touched Cassandra's slightly cool forehead. Her head was kept low, and her cheeks were even more crimson.