...from Peter. "Daisy, I took your virginity last night. I want to take responsibility. I will cooperate with whatever you choose. If you want to sue me, I will accept it happily. If you want to test me by dating, I will still accept it. If you want to marry me right now, I will happily make you my wife.

I would be happier if you choose to marry me. Daisy, will you marry me?"

My head couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped in and shouted, "Peter Morrison, what the hell are you saying?"

Both of them froze. I stepped closer and shouted, "Peter, how dare you? You slept with me last night, and now you’ve slept with Daisy too?"

Daisy looked dumbfounded. She glanced at Peter in disbelief. Peter roared back, "What the hell are you saying, Jenny? Do you even know what you just said?"

I gritted my teeth and looked at Daisy, who was confused. I said, "Daisy, this man is a wild beast. He slept with me last night, and now he’s also slept with you. What do you think we should do with him?"

Peter clenched his fists and roared, "Jenny, do you have any proof that I’ve been with you?" Then he turned to Daisy and said, "Daisy, don’t ever believe this woman. Today, I scolded her for her lazy behavior, and that’s why she’s saying this. Moreover, Daisy, you know that last night, the only person I spent the night with was you, right?"

Daisy swallowed and then turned her gaze to me. Her brows frowned. I realized she didn’t trust me. This wild Peter had built a good image over the years.

I smirked. "Okay, if you want to trust him, that’s fine. But don’t cry in the end." After saying that, I turned around and started to leave. Suddenly, I heard a roar: "Stop right there!"

It was Peter Morrison!

I turned around and smirked. He took both of us to his office and had us sit on the couch. He placed a chair between us and looked at me angrily.

He spoke in a low but heavy tone, "Jenny, you’ve thrown mud on my face. If your allegations turn out to be false, I will make sure to fire you from the office."

This was supposed to be my time to finish the international projects. But now, I was stuck in a swamp. But I wasn’t wrong. He was wrong.

I looked at him with determination and said, "Yes, I am not lying. I spent the previous night with you."

Peter was a calm man. He didn’t speak recklessly. He smirked and said, "Is that so? Now could you tell me which room I took you to?"

I was rendered speechless. I didn’t know the room.

As I had no answer, I couldn’t help but start biting my lips. Today, I had bitten my lips to such an extent that they began to bleed. It hurt!

Peter gave Daisy a victory pose but still turned to me. "Jenny, my second question. In which hotel did I take you?"

I was again dumbfounded. I didn’t even know the name of the hotel. I only remembered it was a big hotel with more than a thousand rooms.

It was huge.

I recalled being on the 65th floor and taking the elevator down. Then, due to the signboards, I found my way to the exit.

I didn’t look back or see the name of the hotel.

Since I wasn’t providing any answers, I was turning into a "liar." I had to say something. So, I said, "We were on the 65th floor. It was a big hotel. You booked a room on the VIP floor."

Peter gave a mocking smile to Daisy. It was obvious that after my answer, they both considered me a "big bad liar." Peter folded his arms and said in a serious tone, "Jenny, you are not a kid anymore. Do you know what you just said? You said you don’t even know where I took you? Why don’t you know that?

Next, let me tell you that I took Daisy to my house. By the way, I’m not a rich brat who would order a room on the VIP floor just for sex."

Yes, he was correct. Although his salary was two times greater than ours, he wouldn’t waste that much money on a VIP room just for the sake of sex.

I looked at both of them. Suddenly, I stood up and said, "I... I don’t know. But I was messed up by someone. I don’t know if it was Peter or not. But Daisy and Peter, we’ve all known each other for three years. Do you think I would lie to you just like that?"

Peter stood up, looking like he understood something. He put one hand in his pocket and pointed at me. "You are right, Jenny. There is indeed something wrong with the party. I know someone drugged me. Otherwise, I’m not the type of person who would do these kinds of things.

But tell me one thing, why do you think I was the one at the party who did wrong by you?"

I swallowed hard. Of course, I had planned all this. I still said, "Because... Because I saw... I saw a person wearing a black suit. So, I assumed it was you. Although I don’t remember anything else because I was so heavily drugged that I don’t even remember when the man took me to the hotel..."

Daisy, who had been quiet, stood up with a frown. Although she didn’t blame me, she said, "Jenny, just because of a black suit, you pointed your finger at the boss randomly? More than half the men were wearing black suits at yesterday's party. Why did you blame him? Do you know how wrong he must be feeling?"

I instantly cried, "I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry, Daisy. I didn’t mean that. I thought it was you. But now, please don’t fire me. I don’t even know who the man was. I’m sorry."

In my entire life, I had never apologized so much. Today was the first day I found myself apologizing to Peter again and again.

Peter looked at me solemnly. Finally, he said, "Jenny, I am forgiving you just because you suffered a great loss last night that you can’t even cover in the future. And, as a man, I will protect you from that person as well.

It's time to take action. We should file an FIR against the person who tried to assault you.

Don’t look at me like that, Jenny. Last night, I was desperate, but I still begged Daisy. She said yes, and only then did I proceed."

I was shocked. I just missed a chance with this noble person. He not only forgave me but also understood my situation and asked to help.

But I didn’t want his help. I knew that if he investigated, I would be the one caught in the end...