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.

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

know what you're

the start of her words, but

be down there in a minute. I'm on my way as well. Do you want me to personally expose

vein was popping on his

I won't ever forgive you even if your father begs me to. Don't

finishing his rant, Rufus slammed the phone and drove straight to

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

straight to Cassandra. He quickly wrapped her up in a soft blanket

to the things happening around him due to

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

floor. He took his foot off the object to get a better look. It was an

was Amanda's. Rufus remembered it

his mind, 'It's highly possible she dropped it when she was busy staging all

of thing, but still, she tried to drive a wedge between Cassandra

was hard evidence that proved the trap was set

never expected Amanda to go this far in trying to harm Cassandra. 'I ought to teach her

a last angry look at Lionel and then went out of the room.

and started to

incredibly dry. She

hearing the sound, the figure turned around and looked at

awake. How

asked, concern written all over

remembered a pair of hands suddenly appearing from behind and covered her mouth with a soaked towel.

dare

roared in rage. Even though she knew it was too dark for Rufus to see her

then put two and two together and realized that Cassandra must've thought

her but firmly believed

at Cassandra in the dark, "I can be even more evil.

"Get away from me!"

what Rufus wanted to do, but she refused to let him lay a finger on her.

wish, my dear princess.

up. What

was at a loss for words.

that Rufus had lost all sense of shame and would never let

"Get out!"

Cassandra spat venomously.

about that? Last time I checked, this is my