A Graduation Gift novel Chapter 6

G City, international airport.

Black leather shoes clicked on the floor, as a tall figure in black cut his way through the swarming crowds.

He stopped and leaned his angular face to the side. His expression was hidden by dark, expensive-looking sunglasses. Despite the pushing crowds, a stream of space remained around where he stood.

A black stretch Lincoln was waiting at the gate of the airport. As soon as he stepped outside, he was surrounded by a group of imposing men in smartly pressed black suits. They turned to him and bowed their heads in respect.

"Welcome back, boss."

The tallest of the men stepped forward, gesturing to the man and speaking in a clear, low voice.

The figure remained silent, but his thin sculpted lips pursed and lifted into slow, crooked smile. Slender fingers took the sunglasses from his face. And underneath them, his eyes held a frightening, challenging depth.

After ten years, he was finally back. The city was both strange and familiar to him. As the figure strode towards the car under the protecting of his guards, his eyes roamed around. And his lips pressed again into a thin smile. Something about him made the people walking past unable to look at anything but him, until he turned his gaze to them and they hastily scurried away.

He, Rufus Luo, was finally back.

In Tang house, Jill sat in the quiet living room, gently sipping a cup of cosmetic tea.

Meanwhile, Horace paced back and forth across the floor, contstantly checking the phone gripped tightly in his hand.

To anyone looking through the window, the scene from last night might not have happened. The house seemed still.

When Cassandra had returned last night, she had gone straight to the guest room. Lionel did not bother her after that. On the first night in Tang house, she slept peacefully. All she wanted now was calm, and stability. That alone was enough for her.

As she came down the stairs, she was surprised by the stillness in the living room. 'In the Tang family, I should be a good daughter-in-law, clever and gentle, ' Cassandra kept reminding herself as she stepped into the role.

"Good morning, Mother and Father."

Cassandra softly greeted the two people in the living room. Without even looking her way, Jill snorted derisively. She was always not satisfied with this daughter-in-law. From the slight nod that Horace gave her, she gathered that he had something on his mind.

Lionel was already at work, so the three of them were alone in the house. Cassandra looked at the two people in front of her and realised that something unusual might have happened. She thought she felt a tension in the air. And she tried not to let her nervousness show. Curious though she was, Cassandra knew better than to ask if anything was wrong. In any case, she had never felt the need to make small talk.

"Cassandra, make a phone call to Lionel, and tell him to come back now."

Cassandra was about to slip out of the room when she heard these words, and realised that Horace had been speaking to her. She turned to look at him. Why would he ask her to call Lionel?

"Lionel has gone to work, why do you want him to come back? You think he should be here to welcome back that dirty bastard?" snapped Jill.

She sat back against a cushion to sip her tea, and Cassandra saw a look of disgust flash across her usually-composed face.

'Wait what? A dirty bastard? Coming back?'