Wendy and Steve came to Harold's villa. It was Friday. She was too busy last week to take part in the underground racing. This week, she worked hard to squeeze out time.

She was in short of money now, as the domestic racing industry had just developed and there were many races, she could only make some money by underground racing.

When she went back to the villa, Jared had already cooked the dinner. They threw the schoolbags on the sofa and went to the kitchen to wash their hands before eating.

Seeing the two gobbling down the food, Harold frowned and began to read the business plan beside them.

Wendy curiously asked, "Harold, don't you want to eat?"

"I don't feel like eating right now. You should eat more." Harold shook his head and signed his name under the cover of the prospectus with a pen. He handed the prospectus to Jared and ordered, "arrange it as soon as possible."

"Yes, with this, it will save Miss Wendy a lot of time in the future." Jared took

d around and left.

Steve turned around to continue washing his hands and smiled, "Wendy, I have given you a push. You should do it on your own then."

Harold rushed into Wendy's bedroom and slammed the door.

The huge slam of the door startled Wendy. "I was scared to death. What happened to you, Harold?"

"You like Steve?" Harold stared at Wendy with a serious look.

"What's wrong? What do you mean by that? " Wendy blinked at him in confusion.

"Do you love him?"

Why did he ask this question all of a sudden? What's more, Harold seemed to be a little anxious. But he was calm just now.

"I just like him as a friend. He is my best friend."

Hearing this, Harold heaved a sigh of relief. Wendy turned to a cunning smile and said, "but I have someone in my heart."

Harold's heart sank. He searched in his brain who Wendy had contacted recently. Among all the people she had known, Steve and Sherwood were the most two she had contacted.

Was it Sherwood?