Drake's Romance for His Wife

Chapter 7

A few days ago, everything before could be explained by a single phone call from Drake.

On the top floor of Hargold Group, Harold respectfully answered his phone.

"Mr. Dean, I will definitely handle this according to your request. But I'm curious, who could be so influential to get you involved?"

From the other end of the phone came a voice that made Harold tremble. "He is my boss. I'm merely handling things for him. Now that I've told you how important this is, do you understand?"

"Understood!" Harold answered reverently.

"Harold, do you think the success you've had today is because of me?" Kastor Dean casually asked.

Harold quickly replied, "If it weren't for you, Mr. Dean, I'd probably still be a low-level thug."

Kastor shook his head slightly on the other end of the phone. "You're wrong. Everything you have now is thanks to my boss, get it? With just one word, he could strip you of everything you own. Do you get my point?"

"Understood!" Harold hastily replied. "Thank you for the guidance, sir!"

After the call ended, Harold felt his legs weaken, and his body broke out in a cold sweat.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his shock. "How dare these two ungrateful women, Sabrina and her daughter, mess with Cheryl!"

***

Meanwhile, in the Sanchez Corporation conference room, Cheryl asked in confusion, "Mr. Gold, why did you come in person?"

Seeing Cheryl's expression, Harold understood—she didn't know anything.

Harold quickly responded, "Ms. Sanchez, no need to be so formal. It's my honor to come to see you."

In the past, he had harbored improper thoughts about Cheryl. Now, thinking back, he felt a wave of fear. Fortunately, he hadn't made a move. Otherwise, he might already be a dead body at the bottom of the ocean.

Seeing Harold's current demeanor, Cheryl couldn't figure out why.

She instinctively turned to Drake. 'Could it be because of this guy?'

At that moment, Harold was closely watching Cheryl's changing expressions, which led him to glance in Drake's direction.

'Who is this man?' He thought.

"I'm her husband," Drake said calmly.

Harold's suspicions deepened. 'Does the boss's woman really have a husband?'

But that wasn't something he could meddle in, so he quickly said, "Ms. Sanchez, shall we proceed with signing the contract now?"

Once the process was complete, Sanchez Corporation and Hargold Group officially established their partnership.

However, Harold had a lingering question. Unable to contain his curiosity, he asked Cheryl after signing, "Ms. Sanchez, do you know Mr. Dean?"

"No," Cheryl shook her head. "Mr. Gold, please wait here for a moment. I'll go to the legal department to deal with the contract." She then left the conference room.

At this moment, Drake lazily sat on a sofa not far away. Harold nodded and sat on the opposite side.

'Since this is Ms. Sanchez's husband, it's better to show some respect.'

"When did Kastor become 'Mr. Dean'?" Drake's sudden comment made Harold freeze in place, sitting upright in shock.

"Kastor?" Harold stammered nervously. "Y-you know Mr. Dean?"

After saying that, Harold regretted it immediately. 'I should slap myself for being so clueless! This man is the boss of Mr. Dean! Otherwise, how could Mr. Dean personally call to take care of Cheryl?'

Harold's face turned pale as he rasped, "Sir…"

Drake shook his head slightly. "You know what's going on. Don't speak of this. You're familiar with Metrobay, so I'll have more work for you in the future."

"Yes, of course!" Harold quickly stood up and responded with military-like precision. 'F*ck, this is Mr. Dean's superior. If I play my cards right, I'll be unstoppable!'

Click—The door opened.

Cheryl returned, handing the contract to Harold. "Mr. Gold…"

Cheryl was about to continue speaking when she noticed something odd. Why was Harold standing as if he was showing immense respect toward Drake?

Harold cleared his throat, quickly taking the contract and explaining, "Ms. Sanchez, Mr. Lester and I hit it off and couldn't help chatting for a bit. Please take good care of this project, and don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up."

After saying this, Harold turned and left.

Cheryl looked at Drake in confusion, but he simply shrugged.

***

After the meeting ended, Cheryl's tasks for the day were complete.

Looking at Drake's worn-out clothes, she said, "Drake, your clothes are old. How about we go shopping for new clothes today?"

Drake smiled and said, "Whatever you want, Cheryl."

With that, Cheryl left to find her supervisor and request time off.

***

"Cheryl, you're asking for leave this afternoon?" A middle-aged man with sharp features and a narrow face frowned at Cheryl as he questioned her.

"Yes, sir. The project between Sanchez Corporation and Mr. Gold is already signed…"

The supervisor let out a cold snort. "Hmph, enough. Who knows what you did to sign that contract? You probably won't even go home tonight! The moment Mr. Gold left, you couldn't wait to run off. Are you heading to a hotel to wait for his favor?"

"You!" Cheryl's face flushed red with anger.

The supervisor had always liked Cheryl's type and had once entertained inappropriate thoughts about her. Despite the fact that the matriarch of the Sanchez family didn't favor her, Cheryl was still part of the Sanchez family, and who knew what might happen in the future?

If he could take Cheryl as his own, he might just rise to greatness.

But today, after seeing how familiar Mr. Gold was with Cheryl, he was deeply dissatisfied.

'This woman must be a harlot. Why else would Mr. Gold insist that only Cheryl could sign the contract?'

Just as Cheryl was about to retort, a voice filled with anger rang out from behind her, "D*mn it, you son of a b*tch—say that again?"

The supervisor shuddered violently upon hearing this, his face suddenly changing, and a flash of fear appeared in his eyes.

Harold stormed forward, grabbed the supervisor by the collar, and lifted him up, saying, "You b*stard, spreading lies—do you wanna die?"

Seeing Harold's bloodshot eyes, the supervisor panicked, stammering, "I... I'm sorry, Mr. Gold... I... I misspoke... I..."

Harold flung him onto the desk, his voice sharp and fierce. "D*mn it, if you want to die, go do it yourself. Don't drag me down with you!"

At this moment, Cheryl quickly spoke up, "Mr. Gold, let it go..." Then, feeling downcast, she turned and left.

"Mr. Gold, I apologize. My staff was out of line. Please accept my apologies on their behalf." Sabrina had just walked out of the office with Harold when this whole incident unfolded. Though she was furious, inwardly she was secretly pleased. 'Finally, someone is starting to insult Cheryl.'

Harold was fuming. 'F*ck, Mr. Lester is still in this company. If he hears this, I might disappear from this world entirely.'

He wanted to teach this reckless fool a lesson, but since Cheryl had already spoken up, he couldn't make a move.

Harold turned and domineeringly addressed Sabrina, "Ms. Sanchez, I'll let this slide, but let me make one thing clear. I'm only working with Ms. Cheryl Sanchez on this project. If you change the person in charge, I'll terminate the contract immediately. And as for someone this blind, I don't think your company needs to keep him around."

***

Cheryl heard Harold's words as she was leaving.

After returning to the meeting room, she asked Drake, puzzled, "Drake, why is Mr. Gold being so... so respectful to me?"

Drake sat up straight, his expression serious, and replied, "Cheryl, have you figured it out yet? Fine, I'll come clean—because I'm the most badass person in the Federation!"