"What do you think he wants to say to you? Is there anything that he can't tell you on the phone? Why do you have to have dinner tomorrow? "

"I don't know. We have to deal with it by then." Wendy shook her head.

When he went downstairs, Harold happened to hear their conversation. He said worriedly, "I'll go with you tomorrow."

Wendy smiled, "No, thanks. I'm not a porcelain doll. I'm fine with Jared."

"Call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

The next day, Paul drove Wendy to a western restaurant.

"Wendy, have you eaten steak?" He asked deliberately.

"Yes."

"Well, what do you want to eat?" Paul handed the menu to Wendy. Wendy took it and saw it was all in English with only a few pictures.

People with poor English would definitely be shocked when they saw this menu. It was impossible that a western restaurant in the capital didn't have a Chinese menu.

She didn't know if it was because the style of this shop

"

"Well, forget it. Your grandfather is old. Don't bother him with these things." Paul stopped him in a hurry.

If Wendy told it to Zachary, he would be doomed.

"Thank you, Uncle Paul." Wendy said with a sweet smile.

"Well, that's all right." Paul smiled awkwardly.

The dinner was over. After sending Wendy home, Paul drove back to the company.

Seeing him come back, Jake walked up to him and asked, "What did she say? Did she agree?"

"No." Paul shook his head and sighed.

"Does she think the money is not enough?"

"No." Paul helplessly told him the conversation between them just now. "I can't do anything about it. I can't tell her that Dad intends to transfer the shares to her."

"Alas! Really! " Jake sighed, "I have no choice but to ask someone to transfer the shares to her."

Paul sat on the sofa, unwilling to give up. Although she only had one percent of the shares, it was worth about one hundred million.