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 forto 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 embarrasstonight!" 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 twas 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 calone; 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." Jessica disagreed. "Why should he wait outside? Is there a problem with him dining here?" "He's just an assistant; shouldn't he wait outside? Or do you actually want him to dine with us?" "What's wrong with that?" "Of course there's a problem! Don't you understand the concept of rank? You want an assistant to eat with us - have you lost your mind?" "I don't care about rank. Daniel is my assistant; he should eat at the stable with me." Jessica's firm stance caused Avery to harbor sdoubts. "Is he really just your assistant?" "Yes, he is! My special assistant!" "Fine! Let him sit," Avery relented. She was too tired to argue, deciding to go along with her daughter's wishes. But Avery wasn't going to let Daniel off easily.

Avery wanted her daughter to see that a lowly assistant didn't belong in such a high-end restaurant. She would embarrass Daniel in such a way that he would leave of his own accord, shamed.

Avery conversed with the blonde, blue-eyed waiter in French for a good while. Then, the waiter departed.

Shortly after, the waiter returned carrying three differently colored cocktails. Avery and Jessica had pink ones in front of them. Daniel's, set before him, was a deep ocean blue.

Chapter 328 He Really Is My Assistant Daniel was shocked. "Did you just slap my face?" "Well, isn't your face just there forto 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 embarrasstonight!" 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 twas 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 calone; 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." Jessica disagreed. "Why should he wait outside? Is there a problem with him dining here?" "He's just an assistant; shouldn't he wait outside? Or do you actually want him to dine with us?" "What's wrong with that?" "Of course there's a problem! Don't you understand the concept of rank? You want an assistant to eat with us - have you lost your mind?" "I don't care about rank. Daniel is my assistant; he should eat at the stable with me." Jessica's firm stance caused Avery to harbor sdoubts. "Is he really just your assistant?" "Yes, he is! My special assistant!"

"Fine! Let him sit," Avery relented. She was too tired to argue, deciding to go alque along with her daughter's wishes. But Avery wasn't going to let Daniel off easily.

Avery wanted her daughter to see that a lowly assistant didn't belong in such a high-end restaurant. She' would embarrass Daniel in such a way that he would leave of his own accord, shamed. Avery conversed with the blonde, blue-eyed waiter in French for a good while. Then, the waiter departed.

Shortly after, the waiter returned carrying three differently coloredn cocktails: Avery and Jessica had pink ohes in front of them. Daniel's, set before him, was a deep ocean blue. X