A Graduation Gift

Clark had rushed back after spending time overseas and was now delighted to be reunited with Cassandra.

Cassandra, however, was far from happy. She was in no state to go for a walk with him; instead, she feigned having a headache by cradling her head in her hands.

"I'm tired. Maybe some other time."

She didn't even wait for Clark's response before she strode towards her room. After shutting the door behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes darted to the window subconsciously.

'Since Clark is here today, Rufus may not come, ' Cassandra thought.

She drew the curtains over the window making the room feel claustrophobic.

'Why has Rufus not shared such an important matter?' He was the founder and the chairman of TY Group, but he still fabricated a portfolio to conceal his identity from the Tang family.

'Why did he do this? Was he just keeping a profile low, or did he deliberately hide it?'

She kept awake, tossing in her bed all night because, in her heart, she knew Rufus wouldn't come. And he didn't.

Stella had become the right hand of Cassandra. Being a pro at public relations, she had swiftly, and efficiently, helped her arrange everything. With everything in order, Cassandra felt much more relaxed.

The only thing that bothered her was that she hadn't seen Rufus for quite some days. A dark shadow was cast by murky clouds in her heart. The gloom was so burdensome, that she found it difficult to breathe.

Meanwhile, Stella would intermittently speak negatively about Rufus which added further pressure onto Cassandra.

"Cassandra, Rufus is not your type! Why can't you ever consider Clark? I really don't understand the appeal of a man who is engaged to another woman!"

Stella kept nagging Cassandra in the hope that she would marry Clark at the earliest and finally become settled in life.

All Cassandra could do was listen in silence. There was no way she could argue back.

If a relationship could be dictated rationally, there was no reason for her to suffer through such trials and tribulations.

In the meantime, in a secret room, Arthur looked at Clark in shock.

"Mr. Ji, you mean, to create hostility between the Tang family and Rufus, so that they will both crumble?"

Arthur's eyes lit up—he had waited so long for this moment!

that had crippled a young Arthur and his father's failure to defeat the Tang Group would finally be

Group as

his eyes; they were still

undercover. He suspected that Charlie and Rufus had combined their powers against him.

had to take the next step. His first move would be against the Tang

Ji, then, what shall

always eager to get a

to the public about Rufus's role as

was plastered on Clark's

in

is the head of TY Group? You must be

had been investing in his Dawn Star Group for

that Rufus has invested in

and stared calmly at

Ji, I'm really confused. Isn't Rufus the son of Horace? Why would he fund my

thought of him being chaperoned by Rufus, his business

on TY Group as the major source of cash for Dawn Star Group's rapid expansion. By then, Arthur was relieved that Tang Group didn't compete against him during that crucial time. He felt lucky to have accepted

and destroyed him. He could never have been able to obtain another significant investment that

But, Rufus didn't!

Horace have separate goals but they are still working together on the surface. This time, I plan to exploit that carefully-maintained peace between them. Taking Tang Group down will be a good

intervention. Furthermore, 'that man' also wanted the Tang Group

Rufus would no longer

the sadistic outcome of his plan, the smile on

spread the

that, finally, he would be able to mount on his indomitable rivals and stomp on them until they were no

room, despite being small and dingy, was brewing

the mansion of the Tang family, Horace was anxiously pacing back and forth in the

will Lionel

lost track of how many times he had questioned

that he would be back soon. Why are you in such a hurry? He is now the

asked after Lionel several times

matters to discuss with him, but he is nowhere

to raise his voice