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."

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 same table with me."

Jessica's firm stance caused Avery to harbor some doubts. "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.