A Graduation Gift

Joel was pissed and irritated. Ivy always asked him to get down in the dirty business. And now she condescendingly accused him of doing those same things, conveying utter disdain.

"You are the one who messed with him in the first place. How is it my fault now?"

Joel asked, annoyed and didn't even wait for her to respond before turning around and leaving.

Seeing her brother walk away like that frustrated Ivy extremely.

Their parents died a long time ago, when they were very young. They had to start working at a very young age, to sustain their sophisticated lifestyle. Now their life was finally stable and they didn't need to worry about basic livelihood. Ivy, though, felt like she had come to a deadlock.

She just didn't know how to keep going anymore. But what was done couldn't be undone. Truth of the matter was, she was at a loss.

Suddenly, her eyes shifted to her right. She noticed a USB flash drive next to her computer. An idea unfurled in her head, making her heart beat faster.

She had to do it. Only that could make Clark trust her.

This USB flash drive was stolen by Adrian. Ivy ran and grabbed it, clutching it tightly, as if it was a piece of precious jewelry.

She took a deep breath, and composed herself. Finally, she took her phone out and called Clark.

"Clark, I've got what you wanted. Do you want me to bring it to you?"

Ivy tried her best to stay calm on the phone.

But on the other side of the phone, Clark simply squinted as a broad smile spread across his lips.

"Okay, why don't you come over to my place and give it to me?"

And with that being his only sentence, he hung up on her. He turned to Arthur cheerfully, as if he knew all along this was going to happen.

"See? I got what I wanted without lifting a finger."

After Joel slammed the door behind him, he called the girl he met last time. He really wanted a good company right now.

"Hey...I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight? My treat!"

Honestly, he was only looking to date someone to overcome his frustration.

Luckily for him, she said yes. He sped up and arrived at the school within a few minutes. Her eyes lit up the moment they landed on the man.

They headed for a cozy restaurant nearby. Hand in hand, they walked in together and took a table near the entrance. What they didn't notice was Cassandra and Rufus were also present there, sitting all the way in the other corner.

Rufus cut his steak into smaller pieces, poured some sauce on it and served the pieces to Cassandra.

is your steak,

satisfied with the

jokingly, lifting his eye brows, his

sweetly, taking some steak in

brought them a dried meat floss cake, which Rufus

much you love these cakes. They make really good ones here. Their head baker is a French professional. Take a bite and tell me if you

smiled at her with empathetic eyes. He felt sorry for her. She had lost a lot of weight lately and needed to eat more so she didn't

much food, Rufus. I cannot

with embarrassment. Although she truly loved these cakes, her

you like dried floss

you

the cake to

a child. We can ask

as he started to eat his steak. But what

"What's wrong, honey?"

her surprised face and asked with

"No… nothing."

lost and confused. She didn't know

a smile, held out to squeeze her hand a few times reassuring himself that nothing was wrong, and continued eating.

a

herself behind a plant pot to observe them from a distance. It was then that she heard Amanda saying she wanted to buy Rufus's favorite cake for

Cassandra got pretty mad at him when she saw the cake. She thought he was simply passing on the cake

it meant that the cake he brought over wasn't the one Amanda had

not knowing how to

got the cake for her. And what did she do? She misunderstood him and

of her to think like that. Their relationship was already hanging on a fragile thread at

She wondered

arguing about trivial things with Rufus, which was

cake, and flashed a genuine smile at

wondering what had changed her mind. But he didn't ponder upon it too much. As long as she ate it, it

it was her way of apologizing. All she wanted was to make up for

"Cassandra? What a coincidence!"

voice to

with a fur coat over it. Courtney

"Auntie Whitney!"

hadn't seen Whitney in

to see a few doctors. I heard about your father's company when I came back... Why didn't you call

out for Cassandra's. She sounded genuinely sorry for whatever had happened. The next moment,