The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 262 My Dear "Why she calleda scumbag is a question I can't answer; you should ask your beloved secretary, Brittany," Daniel deflected, avoiding the question.

"Ask Brittany? Why?" Jessica was puzzled.

"Remember that welcdinner she organized the other day? Brittany pliedwith drinks and then insisted that I drive, deliberately leadingtoward where the cops were. Then, that Ava—the bitch-wanted to check if I was driving drunk." "DUI? You drove drunk and got away with it?" "Because my body is special. It's like I'm drinking water, no matter how much I drink, my body won't register a trace of alcohol. So, Ava couldn't get anything on me-not with a breathalyzer, not even with a blood test. She had no choice but to letgo." "And what does all this have to do with her calling you a scumbag?" "It all started when she was checkingfor a DUI. Brittany made her misunderstand, and that's when the bitch started callinga scumbag. Can you believe it? Me, an honest and kind man, being called a scumbag? Impossible! If I am a scumbag, are there any good men in the world? Would that mean all men are scumbags?" "Hmph," Jessica grunted disdainfully. "Is the gift ready for Brittany's grandfather's 80th birthday? You're representing the company-did you prepare a gift?" "A gift? Do I really need to prepare one?" "Of course you do. You're representing the company. I have two bottles of vintage alcohol here; take them as the company's gesture." Jessica presented a cloth bag containing two bottles of alcohol, although the labels were rotted away. With a closer look, it was obvious that both bottles were filled with vodka.

"This is vodka?" "Yes! Fifty-year-old vodka, quite rare. Each bottle's worth isn't exceedingly high, but they'll set you back about a million each." "You're this generous to Brittany?" "What are you talking about? You can say these bottles are from you. That way, you can smooth things over with her. If she continues to target you like this and you both are colleagues, it won't be pleasant. Colleagues should get along!" "My dear, are you askingto suck up to her? My dear, you really are magnanimous, askingto curry favor with another reasonably attractive woman." "Daniel, what are you thinking? You and Brittany can only ever be colleagues. If you dare to have any other ideas, see how I'll deal with you." "What do you mean? I haven't even tasted the delicacies in my bowl yet! How could I possibly have ideas about her? Do you think I'm stupid?" Upon hearing this, Jessica grabbed Daniel's ear and demanded harshly, "Daniel, what are you implying? Are you saying you'd chase after her if you got me?" "That depends on you! If my dear occasionally givesa bite but never letseat my fill, then of course I'll have to look elsewhere. But if you feedevery day and keepsatisfied, even if I wanted to find something else, I couldn't eat it!" "How dare you speak like that, Daniel? I'll kill you!" Furious, Jessica twisted Daniel's ear with all her might.

"Ah... ouch... my dear, have mercy! Didn't you say you'd hit me? You're not hitting me; you're twisting my ear!" Chapter 262 My Dear "Why she calleda scumbag is a question I can't answer; you should ask your beloved secretary, Brittany," Daniel deflected, avoiding the question.

"Ask Brittany? Why?" Jessica was puzzled.

"Remember that welcdinner she organized the other day? Brittany pliedwith drinks and then insisted that I drive, deliberately leadingtoward where the cops were. Then, that Ava-the bitch-wanted to check if I was driving drunk." "DUI? You drove drunk and got away with it?" "Because my body is special. It's like I'm drinking water, no matter how much I drink, my body won't register a trace of alcohol. So, Ava couldn't get anything on me-not with a breathalyzer, not even with a blood test. She had no choice but to letgo." "And what does all this have to do with her calling you a scumbag?" "It all started when she was checkingfor a DUI. Brittany made her misunderstand, and that's when the bitch started callinga scumbag. Can you believe it? Me, an honest and kind man, being called a scumbag? Impossible! If I am a scumbag, are there any good men in the world? Would that mean all men are scumbags?" "Hmph," Jessica grunted disdainfully. "Is the gift ready for Brittany's grandfather's 80th birthday? You're representing the company-did you prepare a gift?" "A gift? Do I really need to prepare one?" "Of course you do. You're representing the company. I have two bottles of vintage alcohol here; take them as the company's gesture." Jessica presented a cloth bag containing two bottles of alcohol, although the labels were rotted away. With a closer look, it was obvious that both bottles were filled with vodka.

"This is vodka?" "Yes! Fifty-year-old vodka, quite rare. Each bottle's worth isn't exceedingly high, but they'll set you back about a million each." "You're this generous to Brittany?"

"What are you talking about? You can say these bottles are from you. That way, you can smooth things over ve with her if she continues to target you like this and you both are colleagues, it won't be pleasant.

Colleagues should get along!" "My dear, are you askingto suck up to her? My dear, you really are magnanimous, askingto curry favor with another reasonably attractive woman." "Daniel, what are you thinking? You and Brittany can only ever be colleagues. If you dare to have any other ideas, see how I'll deal with you." "What do you mean? I haven't even tasted the delicacies in my bowl yet! How could I possibly have ideas about her? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Upon hearing this, Jessica grabbed Daniel's ear and demanded harshly, "Daniel, I, what are you implying? Are you saying you'd chase after her if you got me?"

"That depends on you! If my dear Occasionally givesa bite but meet never letseat my fill then of m course I have to look elsewhere. But if you feedevery day and keepsatisfied, even if I wanted to find something else, I couldn't eat it!" "How dare you speak like that, Daniel? I'll kill you!" Furious, Jessica twisted Daniel's ear with all her might.

"Ah... ouch... my dear, have mercy! Didn't you say you'd hit me? You're not hitting me; you're twisting my ear!" X