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 wee 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 thepany—did you prepare a gift?"


    "A gift? Do I really need to prepare one?"


    "Of course you do. You’re representing thepany. I have two bottles of vintage alcohol here; take


    them as thepany’s gesture."


    Jessica presented a cloth bag containing two bottles of alcohol, although thebels 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 asking me to suck up to her? My dear, you really are magnanimous, asking me to


    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?"


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    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 asionally 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, 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!"