A Graduation Gift

Women by nature were ambitious, but there were some that to a rough extent would take advantage of their good looks to attract men. At most, they would even trade their young and beautiful faces for good lives.

Different women, different choices, different lives. Cassandra didn't want to make a comment on this.

But for herself, she would never become that kind of ambitious woman.

"Ivy, I'm not rich, but I'm living a dignified life. You'd better save your tricks and think about how to establish yourself in the Tang family. Whatever will happen, I won't make a deal with you!"

Cassandra threw the words coldly and was eager to escape Ivy's presence. Then she walked back to her room and left everything behind.

Ivy's face was distorted because of anger. The way she clenched her teeth made her look less beautiful as before.

'Cassandra, you were brave enough to reject me. Go to hell!

Let me remind you that you're on fire at both ends now. Moreover, the plagiarist label on you hasn't been lifted off yet.' Ivy thought.

Cassandra, however, closed the door, her face being as pale as a ghost.

Then with her hands still on the doorknob, she slid down from the door to the floor, tucked up both of her legs and buried her head in them.

'Cassandra, you must be strong. You need to work things out yourself, ' she encouraged herself.

Her mind was racing as to what were the possible things she should do.

The deadline of the nursing home's design plan was looming and she began to work overtime—even up to early morning.

She hadn't been back to the Tang family for days. Whenever she felt tired, she just slept on the couch in her office with a thin cover to keep herself warm.

Moreover, the burden of the Qin family was all over her shoulder. It made her feel more exhausted than ever.

Even worse, Edith and Cloris kept on calling her from time to time, overflowing her already filled cup of pressure. Her mind seemed to explode about thinking on ways how to deal with her problems.

"Cassandra! Have you told your father-in-law about the penalty? The amount is just a drop in the bucket for him! What's the matter with you? Aren't you going to do something? Your father's trial is going to start next month!"

Edith said furiously over the phone. Her voice was full of impatience.

"Mom. I know. I will seek Horace's help when I get a chance,"

Cassandra lied to console Edith, knowing that if she said that Horace didn't want to be involved in the issue at all might break Edith down.

"Cassandra! We can't wait any longer! You're our only hope for your dad!"

Edith whimpered anxiously. Her persistence annoyed Cassandra very much.

figure this out,

and the cold wind blew on

and was surprised at the sight of Cassandra by the window. He thought, 'What's this… Doesn't Manager Qin feel cold by keeping the

"Victor, what's the matter?"

be something about

Luo wanted to see you in his office when you're available. He said he wanted to talk to you

see her. He never called, and Cassandra had been used to it.

there in a minute. I just finished the design draft and I need to recheck it now. I

that Victor was still standing by

out of the window. It

on the third floor of the Tang Group Building, from there everything outside could

Stella in front of the

grabbed her hand again. It seemed that she was

can't get rid of him. I bet he

the desk, picked up the phone and dialed Stella's number.

immediately because of a business emergency. Then Stella would escape from him because the security guard at the gate

suddenly saw a black shadow from the corner of her eye. As she raised her head, she found that she was alone in her office.

Victor here just now? When did he go out? Why didn't I hear him close the door?'

looked out of the window. Shivers crept down her spine as the

her ear and waiting for Stella to answer. She scanned the vicinity and froze at what

who was in her office half a minute ago,

he rushed to the man who was messing with Stella, shook

about a knight in shining armor

hung up the phone, took a deep breath

hero. I guess I

Stella. She had no idea why she was trailed by this

or on her way home. Most of the time, he would stand by outside the office building with a

looking man and born in a rich family. But he

wait for you downstairs. I will take you for

feeling gross by his touch even when

you talking about? For the last time, I'll

to explode. 'Goddess? Oh! Gross! How could this man had the guts to call me by

heart aches every time

His face resembled a bitter gourd. He was serious when he said that he couldn't live without her. Stella,

you stop talking mawkish guff? Do you know? I couldn't catch my fucking breath every time you talked! My head hurts! My mind is troubled! Can you stop doing this? Stop torturing

now complaining. She was born a tough critic and put all the blame on him.

if you feel hard to breathe or you're having a headache. I would