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.

your steak, madam.

you satisfied with

brows, his attention focused solely on

some

cake, which Rufus had ordered specially for

how much you love these cakes. They make really good ones here. Their head baker is a French professional. Take

smiled at her with empathetic eyes. He felt sorry for her. She had lost a lot

much food, Rufus. I cannot

and blushing with embarrassment. Although she truly loved these cakes, her stomach was too full to devour the delicacy right

how much you like dried

you have

passed the cake to

cake. I don't like it ever since I was a child. We can ask them to pack it if you're full. You can take it home and

his steak. But what he had just

"What's wrong, honey?"

and asked with

"No… nothing."

and confused. She didn't know

hand a few times reassuring himself that nothing was wrong,

with a mix of weird

a plant pot to observe them from a distance. It was then that she heard Amanda saying she wanted

her door with a dried meat floss cake. Cassandra got pretty mad at him when she saw the cake. She thought he was simply passing on the

had never liked these cakes, as he told her just now, it meant that the cake

deeply embarrassed, not

cake for her. And what did she do? She misunderstood him and threw it

think like that. Their relationship was already hanging on a fragile thread at the time.

She wondered if there were

about trivial things with Rufus, which

and flashed a

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

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

"Cassandra? What a coincidence!"

the familiar voice to see Whitney

wearing a cheongsam with a fur coat over it. Courtney stood behind her,

"Auntie Whitney!"

hadn't

came back from abroad. I needed to take Courtney to see a few doctors. I heard about your

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