While Kenny was enthusiastically preparing for the night's dinner function, Charlie brought Elaine and Jacob to a restaurant near Thompson first. Claire was working overtime, and it would be very late if they waited for her to start cooking.

As soon as they sat down, Jacob was sighing and muttering, "I really don't want to leave the house anymore… The trip to Dubai almost killed me."

"That's because you wore yourself out over nothing," Elaine retorted. "Losing twenty million for spare change? It still hurts me just thinking about it."

"Urgh, don't even start. Let me live another couple of years," Jacob groaned, waving her off.

Then, he straightened up and turned toward Charlie, "By the way, do you think Don Albert can really get me back in the Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

Charlie smiled. "It wouldn't be that difficult for him."

Jacob nodded. "I'm satisfied if I could just return. If I can't, what am I going to do? What a bother…"

Charlie ignored him and ordered some