The Understated Dragon Lord novel Chapter 378

Jessica shot Daniel a murderous glare, quickly coaxing him into reversing his sentiment. "I mean, your cousin can't be prettier than you. Why bother picking her up so late at night? She could just take a cab."

Screech...

Jessica slammed on the brakes. Daniel, who hadn't buckled his seatbelt, was nearly thrown forward, nearly hitting his head against the windshield. The Panamera came to a halt in the middle of the road. Thankfully, it was late, and the streets were nearly empty; otherwise, they might have been rear-ended. Definitely, female drivers are not to be trifled with, especially the beautiful ones.

"Get out! Take a taxi!" Jessica barked before Daniel could say anything.

"Honey, I was wrong! Honey, I won't dare again! Honey, don't be heartless like your mom, don't abandon me!" Daniel pleaded while gently shaking Jessica's thigh.

Jessica was wearing an ultra-short dress, and as Daniel shook her leg, his hand involuntarily slid a little further up.

Smack!

A crisp slap landed on the back of Daniel's hand.

"Get out!" she exclaimed.

"Ow!" Daniel yelped.

"What are you 'owing' about?"

"It hurts."

"If it hurts, then take your hand away. Keep touching me inappropriately, and I might just chop it off."

Jessica's ferocious warning came through as she restarted the Panamera, though Daniel wasn't quick to retract his hand.

After driving for a while, Jessica warned in annoyance, "Don't push it."

"I'm not," Daniel replied.

"Not pushing it? Where is your hand going?"

"Where is it going?"

Grinning at Jessica, she probed, "Who’s this kid?"

"Who else? He's my assistant!"

"Assistant?" Beauty's face was stamped with disbelief, "An assistant so important that you pick him up before coming to get me?"

"Ahhh! It's just an assistant!" Jessica was too tired to explain.

Beauty didn't sit in the front; she joined Daniel in the back instead. After examining Daniel carefully, she nodded thoughtfully and asked, "So, you're the country boy, huh?"

"Lady, it's a bit impolite to label me a 'country boy' upon our first meeting, don't you think?"

"Country boy, do you know why I’ve come to New York? It was your mother-in-law who sent for me!"

"Mother-in-law? Are you talking about my mom-in-law?"