Chapter 538 He Is My Boyfriend

Given Wyatt frequently skipped classes in college, there were many classmates he did not

recognize, so it was not a surprise that he couldn't place Daniel.

"Which classmate are you, please?" Wyatt directly inquired upon failing to remember him.

"I’m Daniel!" Daniel answered with a grin.

"Daniel?" Wyatt scratched his head, wracking his brain to remember, but he came up empty.

Daniel’s face and name were unfamiliar to him.

Wyatt turned to Jessica, bewildered, "Jessica, I never saw you this close with any male classmate.

Was Daniel in our class?"

"He wasn't in our class; he's my boyfriend," Jessica introduced, opting to describe Daniel as her

boyfriend rather than husband to avoid complications. If their classmates learned she was married

without having invited them to the wedding, it wouldn't sound good. Labeling Daniel as her boyfriend

would make things simpler.

Jessica’s main reason for bringing Daniel was to signal to her male classmates that she was taken

and to back off.

Jessica’s revelation caught Wyatt completely off guard. He sized up Daniel and noticed his rural

appearance; his entire outfit didn’t even look worth a hundred bucks. How could such a guy be

Jessica’s boyfriend?

As a shrewd individual, Wyatt refused to believe it. He figured Jessica claimed Daniel was her

boyfriend as a ruse to deflect other classmates' advances.

To confirm his speculation, Wyatt asked Daniel, "Where do you work, brother?"

"I’m an assistant for a boss."

"An assistant? What kind of assistant?"

"Just driving her around and stuff."

"Oh, you're a driver?"

Understanding Daniel’s job, Wyatt felt more certain about his judgment.

"How much do you earn a month as a driver?" Wyatt probed.

"After insurance deductions, I take home about three thousand."

"That's pretty official work, even paying insurance. But brother, isn't three thousand a month a bit

too little? Here's an offer: come drive for Harmony Group. For Jessica's sake, I'll pay you ten

thousand a month. After taxes and insurance, you'd take home six or seven thousand."

"Ten thousand a month? That’s a lot!" Daniel feigned amazement.

"So, are you interested?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I drive for the boss because I enjoy it, not for the money. So, it doesn't

matter if it's ten thousand or a million a month; I wouldn't switch jobs."

Daniel spoke truthfully, but Wyatt heard it as boastful bluster. A million a month and still wouldn’t

change jobs?