The Duke’s Affair – Part Two [Complited]

“It’s… Ah! Uncle Zeta, quickly, tell the security to open the gate… Hurry… My things are here!” Ye Ye excitedly picked up the intercom and shouted. A huge container truck slowly drove into the villa’s courtyard… Dean had a bad feeling… He slightly furrowed his brows… Zeta and Jones, who had just arrived, frowned as they speculated about what astonishing thing might be inside… Only Ye Ye muttered to herself, “That’s some fast delivery, truly befitting a big corporation! It was ordered after one in the afternoon, and now it’s here before six… Hehehe… Impressive!” Her smile was as bright as the sun… The back door of the container was lowered to the ground like a ramp… A lake blue Bugatti Veyron, adorned with silver-black lines, slowly drove out of the container… A worker in a dark blue suit, holding a notebook, approached with a professional smile and politely said, “Hello, are you Miss Ye?” “Yes, that’s me,” Ye Ye replied cheerfully, her eyes still glued to the stunning car that looked even better than in the pictures… “I am the senior customer manager from Bugatti, it’s an honor to meet you! This is the car you ordered at 1:25 PM, please go ahead and test drive it for acceptance!” the worker said. “Great!” Ye Ye was eager to try it out. As she stepped down the stairs, Dean pulled her back into his arms: “Is this the express delivery you were waiting for?” “Yes, you said as long as I don’t go out or buy anything alive, everything else is fine!” Ye Ye blinked her eyes innocently and said, “I, uh… I crashed a car from that… uh… domain, so… uh… I bought this new one for transportation…” She blinked again, looking as if she hadn’t done anything wrong. “You…” Dean was at a loss for words. He had accepted her buying a dog yesterday, but today a car worth several million euros… It wasn’t about the money, but the thought of the accident that night made him worry about Ye Ye racing… “You’re not worried about the money, are you!?” Ye Ye looked at Dean with eyes that said he was a miser. Dean felt a spark of anger at her look, did she really think he was stingy? He gently tapped her forehead, “Am I that kind of person? Fine! As long as you’re happy and behave… Jones, take it for a test drive, and pay for it!” “Awesome, I knew you wouldn’t be stingy!” Ye Ye wanted to jump with joy, but she found herself not touching the ground… because Dean had caught her… but she hadn’t even had a chance to touch her new car yet… Dean carried the overly excited yet deeply frustrated Ye Ye back to the study, placed her in a large leather chair, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and said sternly, “You can have the car, but I’ll dictate, and you write!” “Why?” Ye Ye asked, puzzled. “If you don’t write, forget about touching your Bugatti!” Dean raised his eyebrows in threat. “Okay then!” Ye Ye muttered, “The one who pays gets to call the shots…” Dean glared at her and said, “A guarantee… You guarantee… Write!” “A guarantee?” Ye Ye looked up but was met with Dean’s stern gaze, so she started writing reluctantly… People say one must not yield under force, but there’s no rule against yielding to intimidation!… She mumbled as she wrote, “You guarantee…” “It’s you who guarantees, not me!” Dean felt a sense of defeat; he knew she was doing it on purpose… When did he ever have to put so much effort into dealing with a woman? And a half-grown girl at that? He really must have had too much of a good life! Worse yet, he actually wanted to do it from the bottom of his heart! “Fine, I guarantee…” Ye Ye read along as she wrote quickly. “From now on, when driving personally, the speed must not exceed 120 mph…” “120 mph? But my Bugatti can go up to 400 mph!” Ye Ye started to protest. “If you don’t write as I say, I guarantee ‘your Bugatti’ will only be a decoration!” Dean said coldly. “Hmph… You… Alright! I’ll write!” Ye Ye wrote reluctantly. “No participating in any form of street racing or car racing…” She could endure it; once she had the car, she’d be in control! So Ye Ye began to write as instructed… “Not to make Dean-Ho-Furken angry…” “Is this an additional condition?” It was practically an unequal treaty! “Yes! Write!” “Alright…” “If I break the promise, I’ll let Dean-Ho-Furken deal with me as he sees fit!” “Really?” “Really! Write! And don’t forget to sign your full name!” “Okay…” After a moment, “Here, it’s done!” Dean took it, glanced at the elegantly written English guarantee: Guarantee – I guarantee that from now on, when driving personally, the speed will not exceed 120 mph, I will not participate in any form of street racing or car racing, I will not make Dean-Ho-Furken angry, and if I break this promise, I’ll let Dean-Ho-Furken deal with me as he sees fit! – Ye Ye, October X, 200X. Dean looked at the guarantee with satisfaction, then locked it away in the study’s safe. Ye Ye stared in disbelief at Dean’s actions, feeling somewhat tricked – had she sold herself for a Bugatti? [From Passion to Fiery Love: Chapter Seventy-Two, Days of Convalescence] In the evening, Ye Ye visited her garage for the Nth time to admire her untouchable Bugatti Veyron. Dean was truly cunning, making her write the guarantee and then telling her she couldn’t touch the new car until her injuries had fully healed… How frustrating… After a long sigh, she reluctantly returned to the dining room for dinner at the maid’s urging… The little baron hopped along behind Ye Ye, the bells on his body jingling… Ye Ye entered the dining room with a pout; she wasn’t the type to sit quietly, nor was she the kind of delicate heiress who would make a fuss over minor ailments. If she continued to stay indoors to recover, she might actually get sicker! She gave a resentful glance towards Dean, who was sitting at the head of the table… You want me to rest quietly, I’ll turn your world upside down… The baron obediently lay at Ye Ye’s feet, licking his bowl. Ye Ye looked curiously at the empty seat next to Jones, who was busy with his laptop, and asked, “Where’s Simon Xiu?” Where was the guy who always teased her? “He went to pick up Nangong Xun,” Dean said lazily, not even looking up from his documents. “Should we wait for them to eat together?” Ye Ye asked. “If you’re hungry, you can eat first,” Dean said, looking at her. “Not hungry, I’ve been eating a lot recently but not getting much exercise, how could I be hungry?” Ye Ye said. “Hehe, not getting much exercise? Ho, are you getting old? Are your functions deteriorating? Your woman is complaining about not getting enough ‘exercise’… Haha.” A voice echoed before the person appeared; a handsome man of similar build to Simon Xiu entered, arm in arm with him.