"What is this?" asked Shannon in confusion. She looked carefully at each picture Tom Cobb sent her via email. Realising they were the same, Shannon got up from her desk. She scurried into her room and rummaged through her wardrobe. A light-coloured box decorated with a pink ribbon was soon spotted at the bottom of her closet. Slowly, she opened the medium-sized box and removed the photo album. Shannon's index finger began to peruse each picture. Impatiently, Shannon took the photo album back to her workspace. She juxtaposes the pictures of the boy, who was always there in every favourable moment before her dad passed away. Sure enough, they were the same boy. Shannon let out a long sigh before dialling Tom Cobb's phone number in the body of the email. "Where did you get these old photos? I've been to Mr Fischer's house for quite a while and I've never found any pictures like the

"This is so crazy! Why are you trying to attack JF Groups from below when you yourself are going after JF Groups through me?" Arthur asked. He threw the newspaper that Tom had shown him earlier in the direction where Jill Reynolds was standing in front of him. Jill, who remained unsurprised, ended up pacing back and forth with her arms crossed. "Why bother thinking about such a small thing when you have much bigger stocks to take care of? After all, you haven't been paying attention to them, have you? I guess you also forgot where you inaugurated JF Properties, which were completely neglected and did not produce." "Then why don't you just talk to me directly, Mrs Reynolds? Why are you attacking me? You know what? You stabbed me in the back!" Jill Reynolds approached, pointing her forefinger in front of her flaming red mouth. "Have you forgotten that I've been supporting you all this time? You can't even manage JF Groups.