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.

invited her to his presidential suite. Just what was he about to do to her? She could not help to think mischievously to herself.

woman looked at her from it. She sprayed perfume on her

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

white wisps were almost eerie

was a printed piece of paper inside. Her face turned white as she read the

"This is slander!"

shouted, brandishing the paper in her hand wildly.

do this! This is all

and nothing could

seems to know that you and I

short pause, he continued slowly, "Ivy, I don't really care for a woman's background.

Ivy

comes to the women I'm with. Of course, the 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 with the most. I know everything you've been through, and I don't care about all of those things. I just want to be with you

in his eyes. Ivy stood across from him, her eyes glued to the paper

made things difficult for

up and turned his back on Ivy, pinching the cigarette butts at his fingertips.

the sheet wrinkled

were also 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

was obviously written to destroy the relationship between Ivy and Clark, but who would do such a

haven't told you, Ivy," Clark said, interrupting her train of thoughts. "I have invested in Dawn Star Group. That is to say, your ex-boyfriend Lionel

information. She stared at

think he wrote this

said in a certain tone. Ivy's already pale face

hotel, he woke up to the feeling that something was wrong. He asked the receptionist for information and

all? I'm gonna call the police and have you arrested if you don't tell

had never seen him more angry. His eyes bulged out from their sockets and his face was tinged

just took a few naked photos of you as security,

she could not avoid him, so she simply admitted it.

if those photos get out, I'll make your life a living hell. There will be no safe corner in this entire city for you! You filthy woman.

Ivy in the face with a finger

long as you don't interfere with me, I won't spread the photos,"

Lionel. Compared to him, she had nothing to