A Graduation Gift

Cassandra and Lionel were lying on the king-sized bed with purple satin sheets strewn all over them. It was a luxurious and decadent scene in the hotel's presidential suite.

Ivy stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes narrowed and flashing with satisfaction.

"Joel, take the damn pictures of their ugly mugs. Quick,"

Ivy issued the order, her teeth grinding with anticipation. Joel then snappily began to take photos of the unconscious couple from different angles.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's go. It's all up to Amanda after this point."

Ivy and Joel quickly left the hotel. Rufus would soon find out what had happened in this room and rush to save Cassandra. The last thing she wanted was to be caught red-handed.

Before leaving, Ivy slyly dropped an item on the floor. A sinister smile formed on the corners of her mouth.

Amanda dialed Rufus's number over and over. As expected, Rufus kept rejecting the call.

Amanda had just recieved the pictures from Ivy on her phone. Cassandra and Lionel were strewn over the bed in compromising positions, which was exactly what Amanda had wanted.

'Rufus, since you refuse to answer the phone, I'll show you something you can't possibly ignore.'

Amanda sent the pictures directly to Rufus, as well as the address of the hotel and room number.

A few seconds later, Amanda's phone started vibrating. As she looked at the caller ID, a wry smile appeared on her lips.

"What exactly are you playing at?"

Rufus asked in an enraged tone.

'Got you all nervous, huh?' Amanda thought to herself. 'I have my ways of flustering you. I know how you hate seeing Cassandra suffer.'

"This has nothing to do with me. My staff merely ran across them and took some pictures. You can check for yourself if you want."

Amanda wanted Rufus to witness Cassandra having sex with Lionel with his own eyes. It must be devastating.

"Is this all part of your little plan into provoking a response from me?"

Rufus replied in an icy tone. Beads of cold sweat started to form on Amanda's forehead.

'Shouldn't he be rushing to the hotel already? How could he possibly know this was all a trick?'

The thing was, the pictures Ivy sent were incredibly high quality. Anyone with a keen eye could easily deduce that it was staged.

didn't mean to pave the way for Amanda. Instead, she meant to set her up.

what you're

the start of her words, but quickly calmed herself

I'm on my way as well. Do you want me to personally expose

on his forehead in

my warning. If you dare play tricks like this again, I won't ever forgive you even if your

slammed the phone and drove straight to the hotel.

at the hotel room door, he braced his shoulder for the impact that would force the door open. Once it was open, he saw two

He quickly wrapped her up in a soft blanket nearby and promptly

to the things

side. He was heavily sedated, so he thankfully didn't see Cassandra's naked body. If he did, Rufus would

took his foot off the object

Amanda's. Rufus remembered it

curled into an evil smile. Thoughts began to flood his mind, 'It's highly possible she dropped it when she

lacks the acumen for this sort of thing, but still, she tried to drive a wedge

that proved the trap was set by Amanda. Rufus didn't even bother to

expected Amanda to go this far in trying to harm Cassandra. 'I ought to teach her a lesson, ' he

look at Lionel and then went out of the room.

throbbed and started to question

dry.

turned

you're awake. How do

written all over his face.

a pair of hands suddenly appearing from behind and covered her mouth with a soaked towel. She just now came to her senses and the first person she saw was Rufus, so it only

bastard! How dare

though she knew it was too dark for Rufus to see her

and two together and realized that Cassandra must've thought he

firmly believed

for Cassandra. He retorted with an icy tone, looking at Cassandra in the dark, "I can be even more evil.

"Get away from me!"

to do, but she refused to let him lay

wish, my dear

standing up.

Cassandra was at

Rufus had lost all sense of shame and would never let

"Get out!"

Cassandra spat venomously.

about that? Last time I checked, this is