Drake's Romance for His Wife

Chapter 8

Cheryl rolled her eyes at Drake and laughed, "Bragging again, huh? If you're the best, then I must be the president! Come on, let's go shopping!"

As soon as she mentioned shopping, Cheryl's eyes lit up.

Drake raised an eyebrow, thinking, 'I already told you, it's your choice not to believe me.'

***

The two left the Sanchez Corporation and headed toward the nearest mall.

As they rode the electric bike down the road, Cheryl looked puzzled. "This isn't the way home. Are you planning to sell me off?"

Drake didn't answer. He simply stopped the motorcycle in front of a car dealership.

"What are we doing here?" Cheryl asked as she got off, then added, "We can't afford a car."

Drake smiled faintly. "Who said we can't?"

As soon as they walked in, Cheryl's attention was immediately drawn to the luxury cars inside the shop.

She had been commuting to work on a bike for years, through cold winters and rainy days.

She had once thought about buying a car or something similar, but when she looked at her salary, she gave up on the idea.

Several salespeople looked at the clothes they were wearing and didn't bother to approach, staying at a distance with indifferent expressions. "Look around if you want, but don't touch anything," one of them said coldly.

Drake frowned slightly at the remark.

Just then, a new salesperson, looking eager, approached them with enthusiasm. "Are you here to take a look or pick up a car?"

Seeing this more welcoming salesperson, Drake smiled slightly. "How much for this Audi A6?"

"Drake, let's just leave," Cheryl blushed, tugging on Drake's sleeve.

She really liked the car, but it was far out of her price range.

In the distance, several old salespeople laughed and whispered among themselves, occasionally pointing in their direction.

Drake ignored them and spoke directly to the salesperson, "We'll take it."

Then, he turned to Cheryl. "Do you like this car?"

Both Cheryl and the salesperson were stunned, replying in unison, "Huh?!"

The distant salespeople also froze for a moment.

'What's going on? It hasn't even been three minutes.'

The salesperson hesitated briefly before saying, "Sir, there's no discount on this car right now."

Drake smiled, pulling out a bank card from his pocket. "Pay by the card."

It took the salesperson a moment to react, but he quickly grabbed the card in excitement and rushed to process the payment.

"Drake, this car is really expensive. Where did you get so much money?" Cheryl asked, her heart racing with anxiety. In her mind, Drake was just a retired soldier with no significant income.

This car had to cost at least half a hundred thousand.

Cheryl hurried to the finance office, just in time to hear the machine beep. "Transaction completed, 60,000 dollars."

The salesperson beamed with joy. He hadn't been on the job long, and now he had just closed a huge sale.

Cheryl was still in shock. 'Drake actually has this much money?!'

As they were leaving, Cheryl sat in the driver's seat and asked Drake, "How many secrets are you hiding from me?"

Drake shrugged at her question.

***

Watching the Audi A6 slowly leave the 4S dealership, the sales staff, who had previously mocked Drake, were now filled with deep regret.

***

"Mandy, come outside and enjoy the sun!" one of the neighborhood aunties called out to her. "I heard that Cheryl got married. Is it true? And now, your son-in-law is living with you?"

Mandy forced a smile upon hearing this.

'These people are just pretending not to know. By now, the whole neighborhood knows that Drake married into our family, and he is nothing but a jobless loser.'

"Oh, why are you so quiet? Are you saying we can't talk about it? Is asking about a live-in son-in-law off-limits now?" the neighbor's sharp tongue continued.

At that moment, a brand-new Audi A6 pulled up in front of them, and Cheryl stepped out of the car.

Before Mandy could say anything, Cheryl spoke up, "Mom, you're out here again?"

The neighbor auntie was taken aback, pointing at the car in disbelief. "Is this your car? How could your family possibly afford such an expensive car? Could it be true, what people are saying—that you have an immortal job?"

Rumors had spread in the neighborhood that Cheryl was involved with Harold from Hargold Group.

In the lady's eyes, this seemed to confirm it. "Cheryl, since you're so close with Harold, could you help recommend my son to work at Hargold Group?"

Upon hearing this, Drake frowned slightly and immediately responded, "Get lost! If you keep running your mouth, I'll tear it apart!"

The neighborhood auntie was stunned by his words. Her face turned pale, and she ran back to her house, leaving the vegetables she had just bought behind.

Rumor had it in the neighborhood that Cheryl's husband was a murderer.

After that scare, this neighbor would probably never dare gossip again.

Cheryl frowned slightly at the scene but said nothing.

She took Mandy's hand and said, "Mom, Drake bought this car. It was mostly due to government subsidies and discounts from the dealership. Don't worry about it. Let's go home."

Drake nodded slightly, glancing at the neighbor's lit house in the distance. 'These neighbors aren't malicious, just incredibly annoying. But no one should bully my mother-in-law, so I'll have to teach them a lesson.'

Then, Drake directly dialed Harold's number and instructed him to handle the matter.

***

In her office in the Sanchez Corporation, Sabrina looked at the documents in her hands and said to Ashley, "So this is the relationship between Drake and Harold?"

The documents detailed: Before Harold rose to prominence, he was a beggar. It was Drake who gave him all the money he had to help him survive...

This information had cost Sabrina a million bucks to obtain from one of Harold's subordinates.

From the beginning, Sabrina had suspected there was something strange about Harold. His behavior toward Cheryl had always been unusual, and now it was clear that the key to the issue lay with Drake.

"Mom, Harold is known for being ruthless. A debt of gratitude isn't enough to tie him down for life!" Ashley snapped coldly. "We'll keep making trouble for Cheryl, and I refuse to believe Harold can protect her forever!"

Sabrina nodded slightly in agreement. "How's the factory situation going? Did you arrange people to stir up trouble?"

Ashley smiled. "Don't worry, Mom. Cheryl will definitely regret taking over this project."

***

The next day, Cheryl woke up early, and naturally, so did Drake.

She was going to inspect the factory for the new project today, and Drake served as her driver willingly.

When they arrived at the factory entrance, they saw a group of people blocking the way.

Drake parked the car a short distance away, and Cheryl hurried out.

The project with Hargold Group had already been signed, and the factory was supposed to start work today.

But Cheryl hadn't expected trouble as soon as she arrived.

"What are you doing here?" asked Cheryl.

The leader of the group, a man with bright yellow hair and a baseball bat in hand, sneered, "What are we doing? Ha... this factory isn't allowed here. If you go ahead, we'll break your legs!"

Cheryl, furious, demanded, "Why? We have all the proper permits!"

The leader's eyes gleamed as he looked at the enraged Cheryl.

He hadn't expected such a beauty to be in charge here.

With a lecherous grin, he took two steps forward, reaching out to grab Cheryl's long hair. "Make me happy, and I'll tell you why!"

In the next moment, a strong hand grabbed his wrist.

The leader instantly felt searing pain in his wrist, hearing the sound of bones grinding together.

"Ah—" A scream echoed at the factory entrance.

When the man turned around, he saw a man with a firm face staring at him intently. He could even feel the murderous aura emanating from this person.

Drake was furious. 'How dare these thugs harass Cheryl!'

The other small-time hooligans saw their leader in trouble and immediately charged forward with their weapons, trying to rescue him.

"Drake, be careful!" Cheryl couldn't help but cry out.

She hadn't expected things to escalate like this, but the next moment, Cheryl's face was filled with shock.

Bang!

Thud!

Crack!

In just a matter of seconds, the dozen or so hooligans were all lying on the ground.

The project staff were left with their jaws dropped. 'Is he... even human?'

Cheryl came to her senses and rushed to Drake's side, anxiously asking, "Are you okay?"

Drake shook his head. These small-time thugs weren't enough to injure him.

Just then, a project manager approached Drake, stammering, "M-Ms. Sanchez... what should we do next?"

Steadying herself, Cheryl replied, "Call the police."

Upon hearing this, the hooligans scrambled to get away as fast as they could.

They were already covered in injuries, all inflicted by the man in front of them in just a matter of seconds.

There was no way they'd dare mess with him again.

After all, life is more important than money!