Cold sweats trickled down the man's forehead. Driven by his wild emotions, he was raging with extreme sexual urges. He was puzzled, however. When looking down, he saw a pen positioned awkwardly on the floor.
Picking up the pen, he examined it and scrutinized the tiny black object equipped with it. The device was not new to him; it was not an ordinary pen.
It was a pinhole camera!
Rufus was right all along. Someone was putting Cassandra under surveillance and wanted to deliberately frame her up.
With several quick steps, he strode to the water dispenser in the corner of the room. He effortlessly lifted the barrel of water with both hands.
Hesitant at first, he frowned and then poured the water directly onto Cassandra's body, soaking her head to foot. Rufus took no pleasure in doing that, but he had to do so.
The sudden chill made Cassandra instantly open her eyes. But before she could respond, Rufus splashed the cold water onto her again.
Once, twice, three times, he repeatedly splattered her with water. He didn't stop until the barrel was emptied.
Rufus stood beside the table, holding an empty barrel in one hand. Cassandra, lying in the middle of the table, had been soaked to the skin. The drops of water dripped down the corner of the table and flooded the office.
Cassandra turned as pale as death, spitting water out of her mouth. The cold water brought her to her senses, but she was too weak to exert herself.
"Are you all right? Have you sobered up?"
Rufus asked as he felt sorry for the embarrassment he caused the frail lady. He stretched out his hand and gently tucked her long falling hair behind her ear.
Cassandra opened her eyes weakly, but fatigue totally shut her eyes down before she could catch sight of the man's face.
When she woke up again, Cassandra found herself lying in a bed. The blank ceiling greeted her eyes. As she was trying hard to open her sleepy eyes, Horace's face came into view.
"Where am I?" Cassandra asked with a feeble voice.
Her head was throbbing with pain.
"Last night, the company's security man found you unconscious in the office and sent you to the hospital in time. Cassandra, you are my daughter-in-law. You don't have to work so hard."
Horace's words made Cassandra draw a serious expression. She slowly got herself up and leaned against the bed, her eyes searched around the room as if she was looking for someone.
To her dismay, she was alone with Horace.
Cassandra leaned back blankly as if in a trance. The picture of last night flashed back to her mind. She remembered clearly how Rufus splashed the cold water onto her.
"Hey Cassandra, wake up!"
Cassandra wrinkled her eyebrows as the memories of last night crowded her mind. She was a bit confused.
'I should blame it to that cup of coffee!' she thought.
"Cassandra, what's wrong? Are you all right?"
Horace asked in a tinged voice full of worry, seeing that Cassandra was dazed.
Horace's voice drew Cassandra back to reality. She blinked her eyes and spoke with a deep nasal voice - she had a cold.
"Dad, did you come alone?"
Finishing her question, she coughed uncontrollably. Horace hurried forward to give her back a slight pat.
"Rufus also came. He's going through the paper works outside," Horace replied. "Look, Cassandra, I advise that you don't work so hard after this. If your family knows about this, they might think that our family abuses you."
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