Chapter 1: The Insignificant Person

Nancy witnessed Daniel's thoughtfulness for the first time at the party hall of the Brian Manor, although she wasn't the one being treated kindly. After the company meeting ended, she hurried here to pick up Daniel. Entering the party hall, people were gathered around the dining table, with silverware meticulously arranged. Men held high glasses, elegantly swaying, the deep red liquid swirling gracefully along the cup's edge. Someone joked, "Daniel, when did you change your taste?" As the conversation fell, everyone's gaze landed on a young girl sitting next to Daniel. This girl had big round eyes, a pure appearance, and being the center of attention made her cheeks flush with shyness, appearing charming and lovely. Someone who joked earlier comforted her, "Don't be afraid, we're not bad people." The girl nodded timidly and said, "Okay," her cheeks reddening even more, looking adorable and obedient. The one who joked showed a bias in his tone, bluntly criticizing, "Now, this is a girl. Unlike Nancy, as cold as ice. No man would ever like her." Nancy didn't feel anything about the disparaging words about herself; she was just an insignificant person. As for Daniel not defending her, Nancy was used to it. Daniel wasn't a man who was considerate of others. But the young girl was indeed very likable. Nancy couldn't help but feel sorry for her, especially considering those men around. Nancy remembered that the young girl was a new intern at the company, named Blanche. But she didn't quite understand why Blanche was here. At this moment, Blanche's eyes met Nancy's, a moment of panic flashing in her eyes. She leaned on the table and stood up, "Sister Nancy." At the same time, the man who criticized Nancy fell silent, but his gaze towards Nancy wasn't friendly, stern and unfriendly, scaring the little girl. He must have made things difficult for newbies like her often. He didn't like this kind of woman, without any meaning, Daniel should have replaced her long ago. Nancy had a striking appearance, a rare beauty, but she had a flaw - she didn't smile, always giving people a sense of distance. She had just arrived, with the cold air from outside clinging to her, and there was a hint of coldness that couldn't be concealed, making it even harder for people to approach her. She didn't know why Blanche was so afraid of her, nor did she intend to ask. She looked at Daniel, "Sir, I'm here to pick you up." Daniel was sitting in his seat, his black shirt collar slightly open, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing perfect arm lines. He exuded a natural noble aura, even though all the men present came from high society, none of them could match his appearance and temperament. He didn't respond to Nancy, but under everyone's gaze, he got up and pulled out the chair behind Blanche, gently pulling her to sit down, saying, "Don't be afraid, sit properly." Nancy watched, her heart tightening for a moment. She had been with Daniel for many years, and this was the first time she had seen him being considerate. It turned out he could be thoughtful, so gentle. But over the years, whenever Daniel was with her, he always had the attitude of a superior. Let alone pulling out a chair for her, when she was sick, he didn't even accompany her to the hospital. Nancy felt a sense of loss she had never felt before, but she never showed her emotions, so others couldn't tell. Daniel comforted Blanche, then turned to Nancy, his tone distant, "You're not picking me up, you're taking Blanche home." Nancy wanted to ask why Blanche was brought here and what it meant, but she ultimately didn't ask, just replied. After the party ended, Nancy drove Blanche home. Daniel didn't get in the car with them, just reminded Nancy, "North District City Apartments, make sure to get there safely." Nancy nodded silently, her intuition telling her that Daniel had a feeling of setting boundaries with her. On the way, Blanche saw Nancy silent and took the initiative to explain, "Sister Nancy, don't misunderstand what happened today. Mr. Daniel took care of me because I'm new here." Nancy felt that it was better for her not to explain. Once she explained, it would be even more ironic. Daniel brought her to such a private gathering, didn't she understand what it meant? And from the level of recognition those young masters gave her, she could see the clues. When Nancy first met these young masters, there was no such good atmosphere. They all gave her the cold shoulder, looked down on her, and both directly and indirectly mocked her for climbing the social ladder and not being worthy of Daniel. This wasn't surprising. Many wealthy young masters actually looked down on ordinary people. But she and Blanche both came from ordinary families. If it weren't for Daniel's special care, those young masters wouldn't have recognized Blanche like this. Nancy wanted to laugh. She understood why Blanche appeared at the Brian Manor. She really laughed. She said lightly, "Mr. Daniel's actions don't need explanation. It's a long journey; I suggest you can take a nap." After saying that, Nancy didn't intend to speak again. She had just returned from a business trip from another city today, and she had been driving for a long time. Now she had to drive from the south district to the north district to take Blanche home and then back to the central district, which was exhausting. Nancy returned to the upscale residential area in the central district late at night. When she entered the door, she found that Daniel was here. He stood on the balcony, tall and slim, with a charming temperament, leaning against the railing and smoking. The cigarette flickered between his fingers, rendering a hint of wildness, different from his usual self. For the sake of convenience, Daniel bought this large flat in the same neighborhood for Nancy. He would come here only when he needed to solve his physiological needs. She understood why he came here, her heart tightened, she walked over, took the initiative to hug him, and asked, "Do you like Blanche?" Daniel extinguished the cigarette, hugged her and kissed her, his lips and tongue tainted with the taste of nicotine. It seemed he had no intention of answering her question at this moment. She responded to his kiss, her kissing skills were not bad, all taught by him. At the same time, he pushed her inside, pressed her onto the sofa, lifted her skirt, took off her panties skillfully, unbuttoned her belt, took off her pants, and released the trapped beast under him, ready for a satisfying release. Gradually, the man's breath became heavy. With the last muffled groan, the affair came to an end. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came back, he was dressed neatly. Nancy grabbed him, lazily squinting her eyes, "After doing this with Blanche, will you spend the night with her?" She remembered, Daniel had never spent the night here. But what if it was Blanche? She needed to know the answer. Daniel looked indifferent, as if nothing had happened just now, and calmly said, "She's too young, not suitable for such things." Nancy's eyes slowly grew cold, stiffly letting go of his hand. So, Daniel didn't plan to do such things with her now. She's too young, and he pities her.