"No," he replied after hearing my answer.

"Then, I won't give you my shares." I casually stuffed scrambled eggs into my mouth while raising my eyebrows at him.

"You can put up any price. That's an offer no hotelier would make," he said again, half-coaxing.

"I don't need the money." I shook my head.

"You've been dreaming of opening a branch of your flower shop. Things have been delayed because your shop burned down a year ago. Are you sure you don't need the money?" ...