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?"

Fifty-year-old vodka, quite rare. Each bottle’s worth isn’t exceedingly high, but they'll set you back about

this generous to

smooth things over with her. If

to her? My dear, you really are magnanimous, asking

what are you thinking? You and Brittany can only ever be colleagues. If you dare to have

delicacies in my bowl yet! How could I possibly have ideas about

and demanded harshly, "Daniel, what are you implying? Are you saying you’d chase after her if you

If my dear 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 me every day and keep me satisfied, even if I wanted to find something else,

speak like that, Daniel? I'll

twisted Daniel's ear with

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

Chapter 262 My Dear

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

Brittany? Why?" Jessica was puzzled.

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

You drove drunk and

So, Ava couldn't get anything

this have to do with her calling you

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

grandfather's 80th birthday? You're

I really

representing the company. I have two bottles of vintage alcohol here; take them as

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