The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 262 My Dear

"Why she called me a 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 welcome dinner she organized the other day? Brittany plied me with drinks and then insisted that I drive, deliberately leading me toward 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 let me go."

"And what does all this have to do with her calling you a scumbag?"

"It all started when she was checking me for a DUI. Brittany made her misunderstand, and that’s when the bitch started calling me a 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?"

exceedingly

this generous

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

to suck up to her? My dear, you

are you thinking? You and Brittany can only ever be colleagues. If you dare to have any other ideas, see how I'll

I haven't even tasted the delicacies in my bowl yet! How could I possibly have ideas about her? Do you think I'm

grabbed Daniel's ear and demanded harshly, "Daniel, what are you implying? Are you saying you’d chase after

occasionally gives me a bite but never lets me eat my fill, then of course I'll have to look elsewhere. But if you feed

like that,

ear with

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

Chapter 262 My Dear

me a scumbag is a question I can't answer; you should ask your

Jessica

the other day? Brittany plied me with drinks and then insisted that I drive, deliberately leading me toward where

drunk and got away

of alcohol. So, Ava couldn't get anything on me—not with a breathalyzer,

does all this have to do with

started when she was checking me for a DUI. Brittany made her misunderstand, and that’s when the bitch started calling me a scumbag. Can you believe it? Me, an honest and kind man, being called a scumbag? Impossible! If

grunted disdainfully. "Is the gift ready for Brittany’s grandfather's 80th birthday? You're representing

gift? Do I really need

you do. You’re representing the company. I have two bottles of vintage alcohol here; take

bag containing two bottles of alcohol, although the labels were rotted away. With a closer