Tom had just arrived home to find all his clothes thrown out. He grabbed some shirts his dad had given him as a gift when he returned with Pete the week before Arthur and Shannon's thwarted engagement. He draped them over his broad shoulders. Quietly, Tom walked into the Fischer's palatial mansion. In fact, a guard with an all-black look detained him there. "Tell me, do you have an appointment with Mr Fischer?" Tom shook his head, then looked at them quizzically before finally seeing Pete come out with two large suitcases. "Shouldn't we have equal rights in this house?" Unfortunately, Arthur heard Tom's ridiculous question. He laughed, then descended the stairs quickly. "My bad. But this is my right. Isn't this house already mine?" Pete turned to Tom and handed him an empty suitcase to put all of Tom's clothes that Arthur had thrown out. "Pack your things, Tom." 

"There are five new requests, Mr Cobb!" Lark Brown approached hurriedly. He showed him some emails that had arrived on the laptop he had just opened in his room. Tom was intrigued, taking his eyes off his own laptop. "Have you read them? Please make a list, then send it to the design department to get the right price.” Lark frowned as he found Tom refocusing on the demand graph of the past five years. "Isn't this too complicated, Mr Cobb? We only have one interior designer. Shouldn't we get someone else for the same job?" Tom thought for a moment, then replied firmly. "Five design requests can still be handled by one designer, Mr Brown. He can work on them according to the queue. Didn't we also write the rules correctly as agreed in the meeting yesterday?" "No, you can't, Mr Cobb. Making customers wait longer will make them feel ignored. This is a good start, isn't it? Ther

Arthur widened his eyes when he heard Shannon's voice from the door of the room. Swallowing hard, he looked at Shannon, who came with Tom with a parcel. "You overheard what you shouldn't have?"Tom laughed. He walked in with an arm around Shannon's shoulders to approach the cage. "We just came and opened the door, Arthur. Why would we come here to listen to your sadness life story?"This, of course, inflamed Arthur. He gritted his teeth, holding back the anger that he was so eager to unleash. Not because it was called pathetic, but because he saw Tom's touch on Shannon's shoulder that was not distant."You shouldn't be here. Even Camellia would never accept you. Aren't you the cause of Camellia's current state?"Shannon sat beside the bed on the other side of the cage after placing the fruit parcel on the table. "We never expected this accident to happen either, Arthur. But if it wasn't for her request to use Tom'

"How about we get married right away, Ms Reynolds?" Instead of answering with excitement, Tom's unprepared proposal left Shannon shocked. She bowed her head in restraint before she actually shook her head and let out a giggle. Tom was silent as he watched Shannon, who was intrigued by his sudden, no-nonsense proposal. He snickered briefly, then returned to staring at his laptop screen showing the performance of the employees at JF Moulding that he had begun to notice from the surveillance cameras. "Is something funny, Ms Reynolds? I don't think I'm being funny. I've thought that question through pretty well, too. You know, it's just information for you. I never joke about my survival." Shannon pressed her lips together and shook her head slowly. She ran her fingers through her hair until her bangs fell behind her ears. "No, Aland. Please don't take offence. It's nothing funny. It's just that I was surprised to hear you out of the blue ask me to marry you. Whereas before, you even k

"You'll only marry Camellia when she's sober, Arthur."Jill disavowed Arthur's request to marry Camellia, even though she had no idea what was behind Arthur's out of the blue change of his heart."What else can I do, Mrs Reynolds? If I marry Camellia, there will be plenty of stories we can tell to make the stock go up. Not just yours, but mine too."Jill sighed, then glanced at Arthur sharply. She turned away with her arms crossed. The next second, she looked out the window. "I don't want to sell grief, Arthur. Even though we could make a huge profit, I don't want to do it. It's fine if I'm the only one selling grief, but not my daughter, Arthur. I believe she still has the best future ahead of her.""How am I supposed to get JF Travel and JF Printing back out of the bankruptcy hole, Mrs Reynolds?" asked Arthur pleadingly. He was at his wit's end to find another source of income to keep JF's three subsidiaries operating."You can use JF Printing to print JF Travel promos, Arthur. Then