A Graduation Gift

Chapter 194 Perfect Match

Ivy might have a tricky mind but that didn't mean she was a woman of wisdom. She was a bit dense that she would even go as far as sacrificing her own son just for driving Cassandra away.

To Amanda, Ivy was a naive woman ready to be used at her disposal.

When Amanda saw that Ivy was deep in meditation, she started the car.

"Ivy, aren't you going to attend the ball? Do you already have something to wear? I can help you. I'll take you to my friend's shop and we can choose a dress for you. Put all your worries aside. What's important is you wear something nice so you can go with Lionel to the ball. You know we women gotta work!"

Amanda played her words with two meanings, which not only stopped Ivy's awful ideas coming out this morning but also drew her over her side.

Not to mention Amanda hated Cassandra too—these were the types of people she wanted to keep in her life!

"Manager Qin, here's the Business Newspaper for today,"

the assistant said as she placed today's newspaper in front of Cassandra —and on the front page was Cassandra's interview from the other day.

"I think they made a mistake..."

the assistant said hesitantly, sneaking a shy glance at Cassandra.

Cassandra grabbed the paper and quickly skimmed through the article and there it was—a quick blurb about Cassandra's personal affairs.

Business Newspaper: Manager Qin, as a business woman, what can you say about love?

Cassandra: Don't look for it. It'll come.

Business Newspaper: Is there someone special in your life right now? Maybe, someone you love?

Cassandra: Yes, I do have a partner right now and I love him very much.

Business Newspaper: Do you have plans to get married?

Cassandra: We haven't talked about that yet.

Business Newspaper: Hoping for the best, Manager Qin.

Cassandra: Thank you so much.

"I don't think there's anything wrong here. What are you talking about?"

Cassandra said in a puzzled tone as she raised her head to look at the assistant. All the questions were pretty standard—nothing impressive or offensive.

the next page to

section and the

the piece was "Best Actress's Boyfriend Was Snaked By A Former Flame! Rumored

stole her boyfriend. For her own sake, she kept

other woman meanwhile was described as a powerful woman. Although the woman wasn't named, the description matched Cassandra's precisely:

on her lips. She was already so used to the rumor that it had already become

what Lyndsy was like and what she'd just gone through. There were so many things going on in her life

it, this is nothing,"

crumpled the newspaper into a ball and

refusing to sign the papers.

it when she saw the look

guilty of anything so I don't need to clean up after myself. You have to stop caring what others think and say of you,"

consoling the assistant. If she worried about everything going on in her life, she would have

"What about the clients?"

assistant said in a

attending the ball tonight, I can talk to them

so that her assistant wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

and some higher-ups alone. She

would be stupid to not

in G City. Cassandra arrived on time and she found that so many people were here

a group chatting so she kept to herself, just

the truckload and they

doorway—a man and a woman had just arrived at the ball hand in hand.

was Rufus who looked like a god

Amanda clad in a green, fairy-like dress.

perfect together that everyone was staring at

you at Amanda's last

women standing next to

and now anyone with eyes

Piano School. Their lives are

It could even attract international attention especially

tones but Cassandra could still hear

lowered her arms to her side and gripped her

days but she assumed he was just busy with his business. But apparently, she was wrong because he was obviously busy with Amanda and not his business.

hand in hand, they truly

room until he found Cassandra standing alone in a corner—the look on his face suddenly softened. He tried to lift his arm to wave at Cassandra but

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