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.

her sleeve though. She didn't mean to pave the way for Amanda. Instead,

know what

trembled slightly at the start of her words, but quickly

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

was popping on his forehead

this again, I won't ever

Rufus slammed the phone

for the impact that would force the door open. Once it was open, he saw two unconscious people on

wrapped her up in a soft blanket nearby

loudly, oblivious to the things happening around him

he thankfully didn't see Cassandra's naked body. If he did, Rufus would personally gouge out

took his foot off the object to get a

Amanda's. Rufus remembered it was her favorite.

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

sort of thing, but still, she tried to drive a wedge

proved the trap was set

this far in trying to harm Cassandra. 'I ought to teach her a

a last angry look at Lionel and

a dark room. Her head throbbed and started to question what happened. She saw a

was incredibly dry. She

the sound, the figure turned

you're awake. How do

concern written all over his

behind and covered her mouth with a soaked

bastard! How dare

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

He then put two and two together and realized

to rescue Cassandra. He never doubted her but firmly believed that it was Amanda's trick. This was how she repaid him?

all his concern for Cassandra. He retorted with an icy tone, looking at Cassandra in

"Get away from me!"

exactly what Rufus wanted to do, but she refused to let

you wish, my dear princess.

standing up.

mischievously. Cassandra was at a loss

Rufus had lost all sense of shame and would never

"Get out!"

Cassandra spat venomously.

you sure about that? Last time I checked, this