This was the fiancé he had arranged for his daughter—the engagement set years ago. Martin’s expression immediately changed. He stepped forward with a warmer attitude. “Oh, so you’re Arthur. I’m Martin Fraser, Tia’s father.” Arthur gave a small nod in greeting, not showing much interest. Zac, standing to the side, was not pleased. Why was Martin being so polite to Arthur? Right in front of him, no less! With a sharp cough, Zac pulled Tia’s hand, raising his voice deliberately. “Tia, didn’t you just say you wanted to break off the engagement?” Tia’s face turned pale. She had said that only to humiliate Arthur, never thinking it would become a serious discussion. Their engagement had been arranged by their families, and while she did want to break it, she hadn’t yet convinced her parents. She shot a cautious glance at Martin. Sure enough, he was already frowning at her, his expression filled with displeasure. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his tone sharp. Tia opened her mouth but hesitated, too afraid to answer. Seeing her silence, Zac grew anxious. He stepped in directly. “Mr. Fraser, Tia and I love each other. She and Arthur have no feelings between them. Please allow them to part ways so she can be with me.” Because it was Zac speaking, Martin softened his stance. With a sigh, he said, “Mr. Zac, it’s an honor that you would think so highly of my daughter. However, marriage is not a trivial matter. The engagement between Tia and Arthur was arranged by your father and me—it can’t be broken on a whim.” Tia tensed.Arthur might be the Gray family’s biological son, but his neglect by them was well-known. And after the recent incidents surrounding the Gray family, it was clear for anyone to see. He didn’t even have any shares in Gray Corporation. But Zac did. The Gray family consistently took Zac to high-profile events, treating him as their true successor. John Gray’s favoritism toward his adopted son over his own blood… was suspicious. Tia had always suspected—South City's upper class had always whispered about it—one day, Gray Corporation would belong to Zac. Between Arthur and Zac, the choice was obvious. Her eyes filled with tears as she clutched Zac’s hand. With a trembling voice, she pleaded, “Dad, I don’t want to go against you, but I love Zac too much. I can’t leave him.” Martin was stunned. His usually well-behaved daughter—speaking like this? In front of so many people? She was only sixteen, yet she was openly declaring such deep emotions? The embarrassment hit him like a slap to the face. Just as he was about to scold her, Zac quickly pulled Tia behind him. “Mr. Fraser, please don’t be angry. Tia and I are truly in love—please don’t blame her for that.” Even as he spoke, Zac snuck a glance at Arthur. He couldn’t wait to see Arthur’s reaction. His fiancée, standing in front of him, professing her love for another man—surely, he must be livid. But Arthur? Arthur wasn’t even looking at them. Instead, he stood to the side, looking completely uninterested—watching the scene unfold like a casual bystander. It was as if the drama before him had nothing to do with him at all. Arthur had never seen Tia as his fiancée. In fact, if not for the recent discussions, he might have forgotten about her entirely. Her actions? They meant absolutely nothing to him. Zac felt his excitement die down, disappointment creeping in. This wasn’t the reaction he had wanted. Martin, now looking troubled, exhaled sharply. Zac was too valuable—offending him could damage the Fraser family’s future. Swallowing his frustration, Martin turned to Arthur. “Arthur… what do you think?” His tone had clearly shifted. Zac almost laughed in triumph. Tia, too, relaxed. They had won. Or so they thought. Before they could revel in their success, Arthur answered—without a second’s hesitation. “Mr. Fraser, you don’t need to feel conflicted. Your daughter and I have no emotional attachment. Since she has someone she likes, we can end the engagement now.” With that, Arthur casually picked up a pen and paper from the cashier’s counter. In smooth, deliberate strokes, he began writing. The sound of the pen moving across paper filled the silence. The entire room was stunned. Everyone stared at Arthur as if they had misheard him. Martin was shocked.He hadn’t expected Arthur to agree so easily. “Arthur…” he started, but he didn’t know what to say. Even Ashley, standing beside him, had not expected this. She had been so worried about how he might react—only for him to immediately accept it without a second thought.