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.

a card up her sleeve though. She didn't mean to pave the way for Amanda. Instead, she meant to set her up.

don't know what you're talking

start of her words, but quickly

a minute. I'm on my way

vein was popping on his forehead in

I won't ever forgive you

rant, Rufus slammed the phone and drove straight to the

his shoulder for the impact that would force the door

wrapped her up in a

loudly, oblivious to the things happening around

his foot and kicked Lionel in the side. He was heavily sedated, so he thankfully didn't see Cassandra's naked body. If he did, Rufus would personally

way out, Rufus stepped on something hard on the carpeted floor. He took his foot

Rufus remembered it

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 between Cassandra and me.

trap was set by Amanda. Rufus didn't even bother to look

Cassandra. 'I ought to teach her a

at Lionel and then went

eyes fluttered open. She found that she was in a dark room. Her head throbbed and started to

was incredibly dry. She moved slightly.

the sound, the figure turned

How do you

concern written all over his face.

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

dare you kidnap

Even though she knew it was too dark for Rufus to see her face, she still glared angrily at him.

then put two and two together and realized that Cassandra must've thought he was the one who

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

with an icy tone, looking at Cassandra in the dark, "I can be even more

"Get away from me!"

what Rufus wanted to do, but she refused to

wish, my dear princess.

up.

at a loss for

of shame and

"Get out!"

Cassandra spat venomously.

sure about that? Last time I checked, this is