Camellia and Jill twisted their heads. They both widened their eyes when they saw Tom at the main door with an expression they could never have imagined. An expression full of anger.
Jill approached, trying to intimidate Tom by remaining arrogant. "Just because you heard a little of our conversation, you can't conclude something easily. This isn't what you imagined. Besides, what are you doing here? I never felt like I had an appointment with anyone today."
Tom was not to be outdone and also stepped closer with his arms crossed. "I'm here to see Ms Reynolds. We're a couple now, so wouldn't it be wrong if Ms Reynolds and I went on a date?"
Jill spluttered and turned to Camellia, who was again eating dessert with relish. She showed her the plate Shannon had left with the remaining dishes. "I don't think she'll going. She came in even before her dinner was finished. Maybe she's not feeling well."
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Jill paced back and forth in her room. Several times, she called her messenger just to make sure. Unfortunately, her calls went unanswered.In the living room, Jill continued to fidget. Her teeth wouldn't stop biting the tip of her thumbnail, which was still trembling. She looked at the elegant-looking digital clock on the wall. It had been an hour. But she hadn't heard anything yet.Jill's phone rang loudly, breaking the silence of the night in the grand Reynolds residence. Quickly, Jill picked up the toast. Unfortunately, it wasn't the call she had been waiting for."What's up, Mrs Reynolds? Sorry I was in my room earlier," Arthur greeted from the other end.Jill let out a long breath. She closed her eyes, then pressed her temples slowly. "Forget it, Arthur. I'm waiting for a call from someone else. So don't bother me again after this."Jill had almost disconnected the call whe
Arthur was also shocked. He turned to Jill, who looked so shocked that she fell to the floor. Quickly, he helped Jill to sit back on the bench slowly.Pete turned around and looked at every inch of Tom's fine body. The old man was almost frustrated as he went back to make sure every inch of Tom's body was still in good condition."You're okay? How could you be? Your car looks completely wrecked!"Jill swallowed hard as Shannon sat down by her side and hugged her tightly."You have to be patient, mum. I hope nothing bad happens to Camellia."Hearing Camellia's name mentioned again, Jill fainted on the spot. She lost consciousness. This caused even more commotion as they had to take Jill to the ER for the quickest treatment."Lemme take care of her, Shannon."Shannon immediately nodded slowly to Arthur, who remained seated by Jill's side wh
Jill and Arthur turned their heads when they heard someone approaching. Both of them clamped their mouths shut with their hearts pounding."Mum, are you awake? Why are you two looking so awkward?"Arthur shook his head and stood up from his chair. "No-nothing. How was the operation? Did it go well?"Jill sat up slowly. She tried again to remove the IV from her wrist. "Tell me, Shannon. What's wrong?"Shannon shook her head slowly, then pulled Jill's hand away to force the IV from the vein. "You can carry the IV pole, mum. Both you and Camellia need extra care. You're exhausted, shocked, and have high blood pressure. So please, don't push yourself."Jill gave Shannon's hand a quick squeeze as she lost patience. She grabbed the IV pole and glanced at Shannon sharply. "You satisfied? Now tell me, how about Camellia's condition?""The operation went well, mum." S
Tom was looking at each furniture component that had been withdrawn in the past three days. He thought of a way to regain a wide range of markets to generate more demand.Slowly but surely, he made sure that each piece of furniture was repaired until there were no small parts left to become bad things in the future. He also tried out each of the drawer rails that had been upgraded to double track rails with a slow motion effect when closed tightly."This is good."Lark Brown, the factory manager standing in front of Tom, nodded in approval. "How are we going to deal with the costs involved if all the goods are withdrawn from circulation, Mr Cobb?""Gimme all the purchasing data for the past five years. I'll take care of it. And you don't have to think about the costs. Because that's not part of your job, is it?"Lark nodded obediently as Tom stood up and walked past him. "Will we
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."
"Can you forgive my mum's behaviour, Aland?"Shannon and Tom were sitting on the bonnet of the car enjoying the stars when suddenly Shannon remembered Jill's behaviour to Tom at the hospital.Instead of answering, Tom put his hands together behind his head as he lay down. He looked up at the stars, trying to ignore Shannon's earlier request."Are you angry about that, Aland? I no longer know who to tell. But mum's attitude is just so arrogant. I mean, I don't mean to worsen her image in front of you. But she really can't control herself when she's angry. Especially when Camellia gets hurt.""Does she get that angry when she sees you hurt, too?"Tom's question certainly made Shannon divert her attention. Her vision blurred, especially when she looked back at Tom, who was lying on his arm."No one else will worry about someone else's child as much as a mum worr
"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
Jill paced in front of the cage where Camellia lay helpless. She had been working from the hospital for almost two days just to look after Camellia.While continuing to encourage Camellia to talk to wake up soon, Jill continued to monitor the progress of many parties. Especially about JF Properties, which in fact made significant sales.Jill was furious. Her head was suddenly filled with endless swearing at only Tom and Shannon, who had survived the death she had created. "What the holy shit! How am I going to remain silent while my daughter struggles to die and that piece of rubbish keeps making more sales again?"Jill's hands clenched into tight fists. Almost all of her plans had fallen apart. Even hurting those closest to her.Quietly, Jill reached for her phone. She called the person she had trusted to monitor the progress of the subsidiary. Tom was now running under his new system.