The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 328 He Really Is My Assistant

Daniel was shocked. "Did you just slap my face?"

"Well, isn’t your face just there for me to slap? If I feel like doing it, I will!" retorted Jessica, giving him another light tap on the cheek.

"You..."

"What? Did you want to say something? I’ve got a meeting to attend. Get back and change into something nice. Don’t embarrass me tonight!"

With her instructions clear, Jessica walked away, her high heels echoing on the floor, hips swaying confidently.

That evening, at Provence Restaurant, one of New York's most upscale eateries, Avery's favorite place, Avery had made a reservation next to the window - it was the best seat in the house with a stunning panoramic view of the city’s twinkling lights.

Avery arrived early, dressed in a regal purple gown that draped elegantly around her, waiting patiently at the table.

The meeting time was set for seven o'clock. However, it wasn’t until 7:15 that Jessica arrived. Daniel, that idiot, had made her late.

Avery wasn't too bothered by her daughter's tardiness; after all, she had been absent for over twenty years, while Jessica was just fifteen minutes late. But Avery's mood darkened when she saw Jessica didn't come alone; she was accompanied by a man.

"Who is this?" Avery pointed at Daniel, questioning Jessica.

"I am..."

Before Daniel could introduce himself, Jessica cut in. "He’s my assistant, Daniel. Also, he's my driver."

Relieved to hear the word 'assistant,' Avery sighed and said to Daniel, "Since you are an assistant, go wait outside."

he wait outside? Is there a

an assistant; shouldn’t he wait outside? Or do you actually want him to dine

with

there’s a problem! Don't you understand the concept of rank? You want an assistant to eat with us – have you

don’t care about rank. Daniel is my assistant; he should eat

stance caused Avery to harbor some doubts. "Is he really just your

he is!

deciding to go along with her daughter's wishes. But Avery wasn't

a lowly assistant didn't belong in such a high-end restaurant. She

blonde, blue-eyed waiter in French for a good while. Then, the

pink ones in front of them. Daniel's, set before him, was a deep

328 He Really Is My

you just slap my

for me to slap? If I feel like doing

"You..."

something? I’ve got a meeting to

walked away, her high heels echoing on the

a reservation next to the window - it was the best seat in the house with a

that draped elegantly around her,

o'clock. However, it wasn’t until 7:15 that Jessica arrived. Daniel, that

bothered by her daughter's tardiness; after all, she had been absent for over twenty years, while Jessica was just fifteen minutes late. But Avery's mood darkened when she saw

Avery pointed

"I am..."

himself, Jessica cut in. "He’s my assistant, Daniel.