A Graduation Gift novel Chapter 439

Ivy held on desperately to Clark. As of that moment, she deemed that playing pitiful was her best option as she stalled for time and frantically thought of a way out and to clear her name.

Her thoughts were halted with what Clark said next. "Ivy, if you really want to prove your loyalty, then there is one thing you can do."

His words were like an oasis. Finally, there was something she could do.

"What is it, Clark? I swear I'll do anything for you," she said, raising her head to him.

There was a hopeful light gleaming in her eyes.

"Tang Group's bid proposal,"

Clark uttered, drawing out the syllables slowly, as if savoring them. Ivy paled at his words.

The bid proposal!

That meant she would have to steal it.

Her heart raced wildly in her chest as her mind swirled in a whirlpool of thoughts.

Her arms hung stiffly around Clark, then as if on instinct, she retreated one step back from him.

Clark was quick to pick up her hesitation. Sighing, he spoke with a self-mocking look on his face, "I'm sorry. You're right. It's stupid. There's no way you would agree to do such a thing. It would be too dangerous."

His eyes never left her as he observed her face for any sign of reaction.

He was right. What he was asking of her was too dangerous. If she made even one single mistake and got caught, she would end up in prison. She looked at Clark, who was looking exhausted. If she didn't do it, he would not be taking her back, and all her hard work from before would have been all for nothing.

Clark raised a hand to his forehead, putting on an air of tiredness, as if he was clearing his thoughts.

"You should go now. I need to think about things. I'm too tired."

After weighing her options, Ivy had come to a conclusion.

"I'll do it," she said.

Resolve was written on her face. 'If it's just stealing the bid proposal, I won't have to do it myself. There are plenty of others who will do the job for the right price, ' she thought, already forming her plans.

'As long as I can get it for him, then everything's going to be alright. I can win him back with this, and he would not doubt me anymore.'

Looking into Clark's eyes, she could almost see the future she wanted. She was so close. If she could marry him, then she wouldn't have to worry about anything in her life ever again.

Clark seemed to be surprised at her answer, but his expression soon turned into doubt.

"Ivy, this is really dangerous, and not to mention…unethical. Should we just give it up?"

Clark sounded guilty, but his hesitation only served to fuel Ivy's determination instead.

"No, I want to do it!" she said, taking his hand in hers. "Clark, I will prove to you that you can trust me."

She looked into his eyes as she made her promise.

With a final squeeze of his hand, she turned and walked out of the room. Once the door closed, Clark's face broke into an unrestrained, menacing smile.

This bid was the only hope left for Tang Group. If they lost it, they would virtually be left with nothing.

On the other hand, it could also be an opportunity for them to get back on their feet. The project alone was big enough for them to start reclaiming their losses. But neither Arthur nor Clark would allow this to happen!

To Clark, crushing the Tang Group and taking away everything Rufus loved or cared about would bring him endless satisfaction. He could almost taste his victory. He reveled as images of hopeless faces of the Tangs—Lionel, Horace, and Rufus, flashed in his mind.

As for Ivy… She was a vain and stupid woman, but she could be useful—a handy tool and a loyal puppet. He was right to keep her at his disposal.

Steps echoed through the halls as Adrian entered Ivy's mansion. He saw her first, absent-mindely standing by the window, her back to him. With a sinister smile on his face, he approached her quickly and quietly, putting his arms around her in an embrace.

"What are you doing?"

Ivy said sharply, shrugging his arms off and moving to the couch to sit down. Crossing her legs, she sank down on the cushions with all the haughtiness of a queen.

"I have a job for you. You'll be graciously compensated. What do you say?"

she asked, looking at the man in front of her with an arrogant face. She knew this gangster well—he was clever and had his own ways of getting the job done. He would be the perfect choice for what she needed.

"Wow! Now we're talking."

Chuckling, he went to the back of the couch and rubbed her shoulders, giving her a massage.

Ivy slapped his hands away and continued in a serious tone, "You'll get a lot of money, but it wouldn't be an easy task. Of course, it goes to say that you do it well, and discreetly. No one can know about this. Do you understand?"

She was in no mood for his flirtation. All she was thinking about was only to get the thing done.

"What is it?"

Adrian asked, surprised but curious. Originally, he had thought that after what had happened between them in the garden last time, Ivy wanted him to please her again. But as it turned out, she needed him for something now.

"The Tang Group has a bid proposal, and I want you to steal it for me," she said directly.

Adrian was visibly shocked at her words.

"Are you crazy? This is against the law!"