The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1111 - 1091: The Bizarre Fighter Jet!

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1091: The Bizarre Fighter Jet!

"How is it idle talk? When it comes to relationships, they need to be cultivated. Once you have a standard, you can find the right person and start cultivating!"

Sam Taylor, being somewhat of a scion himself, naturally wanted to show off his decisiveness in front of a goddess," Given the popularity of blind dates, it’s because everyone believes that relationships can be cultivated. As long as you don’t hate each other and the conditions are decent, you can give it a try!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

After such a long-winded explanation, was he suggesting that they could give it a try?

"Um, sorry, I just remembered I have something else to do, so I’ll be going now!"

As soon as she said this, Nana Jensen prepared to leave, but the man stopped her. "Nora, you’re leaving without finishing your meal. Are you unsatisfied with me?"

"No, I really have something urgent!"

Nana Jensen actually wanted to say that she couldn’t stand his rambling anymore. It was bad enough hearing Lina Miller talk about it every day since she was her mom, but with him, it was just too much.

"From the looks of it, you seem dissatisfied with my performance?"

Hearing her say this, the man immediately stood up.

"No, you’re fine. I’m not dissatisfied. It’s just that I suddenly remembered there’s a problem with my design draft, and I need it for tomorrow, so..."

"Nana Jensen, a notable heiress, wouldn’t be so bogged down with work that she can’t even find time for a meal, right? This clearly means you’re unsatisfied with me. Since that’s the case, I won’t force you. Let’s go Dutch on this meal—it’s 280 total; you just pay 140!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

She had to admit, she felt like she had been struck by lightning. Initially, she hadn’t realized he was a person of such small measures from the way he sat making phone calls, including the way he stared at her which she had tolerated. Now, however...

If it were someone else, she might let it go, but she knew this person came from a somewhat wealthy family. To him, 280 should be as trivial as 2.80. She felt embarrassed for him that he could even say such a thing!

Seeing Lina Miller slightly stunned, Sam Taylor thought she was reluctant to pay, and quickly explained, "Miss Jensen, before coming here, my aunt specifically told me that if you weren’t willing, I shouldn’t appear insistent. Hence, if you say no, I won’t make you, but as a businessman, I can’t afford to treat people to meals every day. After all, I’m not a philanthropist. I only treat my girlfriend!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

"It’s alright. I understand your feelings. Let’s not do the Dutch thing anymore. This one’s on me—I’ll treat you!"

Nana Jensen had expected the man to refuse, like those assertive men exposed online, but surprisingly, the man agreed within minutes.

"Alright, the Jensen family is wealthy and huge, you have too much money and being an only daughter, you can’t possibly spend it all. So, you pay!"

Nana Jensen felt her worldview was thoroughly refreshed. No wonder her mother said the Taylor family was hardworking and competent. She had wondered why the Taylor family was still considered modestly wealthy in Andras City despite their efforts. A hundred-year-old family business should have reached the top tier by now. She didn’t understand it before, but now it was crystal clear. It’s because they lacked vision, always focused on small money and didn’t even understand basic human interactions—this kind of person simply had no emotional intelligence!

Not only lacking in emotional intelligence but also fond of taking advantage of others.

"Waiter, can I get the bill, please?"

As Nana Jensen was calling the waiter and searching through her handbag, she realized besides her phone, there was nothing else in the bag and recalled that she might have left her wallet in the office. Given she scarcely used her wallet, mostly being at work or home,

where someone else would pay for her...

"Forgot your wallet?"

Seeing her rummaging with no success, the man frowned and then suggested, "How about you use Paypal to pay? Your phone is with you, right? It’s quite convenient nowadays!"

"Paypal?"

She had only heard about Paypal from Chani Gordon and had never used it. She never lacked money, so she wasn’t familiar with such things. "I don’t have Paypal!"

"My God, you don’t have Paypal? Are you from outer space? Nowadays, there’s someone who doesn’t know how to use Paypal? Nana Jensen, no wonder your mom is worried about you needing to go on blind dates. You can’t even take care of yourself!"

Sam Taylor cried out in exasperation, horrified at the prospect of him having to pay for the meal if she hadn’t brought money.

Blind dating, paying for a meal every time, how many meals would he have to pay for in a year? No amount of earnings would suffice if it went on like this, and the news of Nana Jensen forgetting her wallet just devastated him.

"Then maybe..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man interrupted, anticipating that she would suggest he pay first, and later her secretary would deliver the full amount for the meal. But he didn’t let her finish her thought.

"Can you have your driver bring it over?"

Today, Nana Jensen truly understood the old saying, "You can’t judge a book by its cover"; a person with a good cover doesn’t necessarily have good content.

"Alright, you go ahead. I’ll have my assistant send my wallet over!"

The waiter was already by Nana Jensen’s side. Just as the waiter was about to say something, Nana Jensen quickly interjected, "Sorry, I forgot my wallet. I’m having someone send it over now. Can I pay the bill later?"

"Miss, the gentleman over there has already paid for your table, so you don’t need to pay now!"

The waiter respectfully replied, "You can continue your meal or leave!"

"Mr. Smith? Which Mr. Smith?"

It took Nana Jensen a while to understand that a Mr. Smith here had paid for her. It wasn’t until the waiter pointed to a man and a woman not far away that she recognized the familiar yet unfamiliar figure—it was... him!

"Okay, I understand now. Thank you!"

"Being a beauty has its perks. Someone even pays for your meal when you go out. We men can’t do that; we have to pay for our meals ourselves!" After gruffly devouring a few bites of steak and glancing at the stunned Nana Jensen without even a greeting, he got up and left as if his previous focus on her during the meal was just a hallucination.

Watching the man leave abruptly, Nana Jensen dejectedly sat back at the dining table, a faint bitter smile crossing her lips. If all men were like this, she reckoned she wouldn’t forget the one in her heart for a lifetime of blind dates.

Because the difference was just too vast!