A Graduation Gift

When Ivy handed Amanda her resignation letter, Amanda didn't bat an eyelid and signed it immediately.

"Ivy, please work hard for Mr. Ji,"

she told her, looking strangely relieved, as if she had unloaded some kind of burden.

Amanda had agreed almost instantly when Clark said that he wanted Ivy to work for him.

The last time he insulted her in the office, it was because of her own slip up. She made a mistake, which cost her terribly. Cassandra and Rufus were able to make up, throwing out that little space Clark had to carve for himself in Cassandra's life.

Now, another very willing woman had appeared to take her place as Clark's scapegoat. Amanda wondered if she felt pity for the other girl, but found that in her heart, there was only a twisted sense of relief. She knew better than anyone what it meant to be Clark's woman, and there was nothing she wanted more than to rid herself of him, even if that meant another woman was going to be what she used to be.

On her end, Ivy also felt relief. She had thought that there might be problems, but she was pleasantly surprised at how smooth-sailing things had gone.

Once again, Amanda's relieved expression came to her mind. It was indeed strange. Why did she look so relieved when Clark was taking another woman with him? Was there no love between them? Was their connection nothing more than matters of the flesh?

Ivy was puzzled, but her questions disappeared as quickly as they had come. She had better fix her attention elsewhere. Now that she was going to be around Clark day and night in the future, she could not help but feel excited at her prospects.

Oddly enough, however, Clark did not assign any work to Ivy, but only allowed her to take unlimited vacations. Ivy was either relaxing at a beauty salon, shopping at a mall, or doing yoga at home. Despite her carefree lifestyle, she had put in a bit of restrain and did not go out to have fun as often, thinking that Clark might call her for work anytime. Like a faithful dog, she jumped to her phone at the first ring, but no calls had come from him.

Clark just invited her to dinner from time to time, took her out to various high-end clubs, but all-in-all, he remained ambiguous towards her.

Every time Ivy would get her hopes up, Clark would take things a step back and distance himself, not calling until after a few days. He had even never entered her apartment.

What was his deal? Ivy beat her brains in frustration. She had no idea what that man was thinking. What did he want from her? Was it sex?

But he had never touched her either. He had only looked at her seductively, leaving her in confusion between the contradiction with his words and actions.

Even when she tried to take the lead and suggested they go to his house, Clark was quick to decline her. However, he was very generous. He would shower her with expensive gifts without so much as a blink.

It was like his mind was a maze, and Ivy had lost herself trying to find a way out.

One day, just as she was relaxing at home with a face mask on, the phone rang. Ivy was on her feet in a split second and answered the phone.

"Can you come to my presidential suite in the hotel I'm staying in? I'll wait for you."

Clark's familiar voice echoed from the other end. Ivy jumped up excitedly and pulled off the mask to get dressed. Her chance had finally come.

suite. Just what was he about to do to her? She could not help to think

in front of a mirror. The picture of a perfect woman looked at her from it. She sprayed perfume on her body and went straight to Clark.

was expecting when she arrived. Clark was wearing a serious expression. Saying nothing about her meticulous get up, he handed her an envelope and said,

and blew out smoke. The white wisps were almost eerie in the dim light,

gnawing at Ivy. Puzzled, she took the envelope and opened it. There was a printed piece of paper inside. Her face turned white as she

"This is slander!"

shouted, brandishing the paper in her hand wildly.

this! This

and nothing could hide

who seems to know that you and

continued slowly, "Ivy, I don't really care for a woman's background. Not her money, not her name, or her family. If I like her, that is all that

disappointment clearly in his tone. Ivy had

thought of getting a wife had entered my mind. I admit that you're not my first woman, but you're the one I want to be

a sneer in his eyes. Ivy stood across from him, her eyes glued to the paper in disbelief. She could not see his vicious

this letter has made things

Ivy, pinching

clutched the letter with trembling hands, the sheet wrinkled

claims that she still had a good relationship with him and that they often met together after their breakup. There was even a part where

Ivy and Clark, but who would do such a thing?

train of thoughts. "I have invested in Dawn Star Group. That is to say, your ex-boyfriend Lionel and

stared at Clark's back

he wrote

already pale face

the feeling that something was wrong. He asked the receptionist for information and suspected immediately that Ivy was behind it. He went to her

the police and have you arrested

eyes bulged out from their sockets and

naked photos of you as security, in case you try to

avoid him, so she

living hell. There will be

the face with a finger as

me, I won't spread the photos,"

of Lionel. Compared to him, she had nothing