A Graduation Gift

Cassandra anxiously waited outside the operating room with Stella and Lyndsy's agent.

All of them stared at the doors eagerly, hoping that at any moment, someone would come out and tell them that Lyndsy was going to be okay. However, several hours passed and no one came out.

Soon, reporters arrived at the doors of the operating room as well, waiting for the latest scoop and for Lyndsy to finally emerge. This irritated Cassandra. She immediately called the security guard in to drive them away.

"This is a public place. You have no right to drive us away!"

the reporters yelled, causing huge chaos in the hospital.

"I will call the police if you don't go away right now. This is invasion of privacy!" she called back.

Thinking about Lyndsy lying unconscious in the operating room and dealing with the snooty reporters stressed her out so much.

"Celebrities have no privacy. Without media people like us, do you think Lyndsy would even be this popular?"

the reporters reasoned out. They were not about to give up this hot take.

Outside the operating room, the chaos was soon going out of control.

"Everyone, please get out,"

said a calm, low, but powerful voice all of a sudden. This immediately turned everyone quiet.

Cassandra turned to see who it was. The person who just arrived was a tall handsome man with cool, deep, eagle eyes. On him was a sleek, dark suit.

"If you want to interview Lyndsy, you can come to the press conference we'll hold later. Right now, she's still at a critical condition so there is nothing yet to see. Can you all wait a bit?"

Rufus said as he looked at the agitated reporters. Then, he eyed the security guards behind him.

The uniformed men immediately gathered and escorted the reporters out. This finally relieved Cassandra.

"Did they hurt you?"

Rufus went up to her and asked. He went to check on her as soon as she got out of the skirmish with the reporters, his eyes full of concern.

Looking at Rufus, Cassandra remembered he was in charge of TY Group and it was TY Entertainment who invested in the movie. This made her heart sink.

"The person you need to care about right now is Lyndsy. We don't know what is going on with her,"

Cassandra said as she tilted her head helplessly. She could still see it in her mind: Lyndsy lying on the floor, blood covering her face...This gave her a lump in her throat.

Lyndsy. I've talked to the hospital director and I asked him to do everything they

reassuringly as he looked at Cassandra's

check it carefully. Why did

on behalf of her friend to the TY

men are working into it. We'll know the

woman in front of him. He could tell that

the operating room. One could

It'll

an attempt to console Cassandra, but all he

step backward, further away from Rufus. She put her fingers to her temple and started to rub them. She

doors of the operating room opened and

and the others immediately approached him wanting to know how

she is in a coma. The operation was successful but it is still early to tell if

doctor said and then left immediately after he shared the findings. Everyone stayed outside to

gripping Cassandra's arm so tightly that it was

out. Everyone followed

by Cassandra as

"Cassandra?"

looked at her in surprise. Her arms were

are not

before she

he turned and found Victor who stood not too far away. He waved

"How is the investigation?"

that there was

assume that was the problem. As the roller couldn't hold the wire precisely, when the wire was pulled

reported briefly. He looked determined to get to the

arts director. He seemed too calm and quite dismissive of

to himself than to Rufus. His brow furrowed as he recalled the man's arrogance. There was definitely

best action director the team could find. But if you're

suggested as he stroked his

"Got it, boss,"

make the necessary arrangements. Rufus, on the other hand, leaned against the wall

incident himself. He could have asked his

it was related to Cassandra, he decided that he had to attend

helpless smile came across his lips. It was obvious that Cassandra blamed the filming team for the accident. He, as

sleeping Lyndsy. Half of her face was still wrapped with gauze and her whole body was connected to a monitor. She seemed lost