Drake's Romance for His Wife

Chapter 9

At the Sanchez residence, Ian was lying on Mandy's lap, enjoying her massage. "Honey, thanks for your hard work for all these years."

Mandy heard this, shook her head with a smile, and said, "As your wife, it's my duty to support and take care of you, isn't it?"

Ever since Mandy married Ian, she hadn't enjoyed a single good day.

Although Ian never said anything, he still felt deeply guilty inside.

At that moment, Mandy remembered that Ian's medicine had run out.

She had to go out, "You stay home and watch TV. I'll go buy something."

So, Mandy went to her bedroom, picked up her wallet, and flipped through it, realizing there wasn't much money left.

She then headed to Cheryl's room and opened a drawer.

Over the years, Cheryl had essentially supported all the household expenses, meaning most of the money would be in Cheryl's bank cards.

Mandy took a few bank cards, not noticing the one that looked different—a black card with gold trim—before heading out.

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Mandy lined up at the bank, waiting for her number. When it was finally her turn, she thought, 'There's no cash at home, so I might as well withdraw everything. After all, one of these cards still has three thousand bucks.'

She took out the black card from her hand and handed it to the teller. "Hello, I'd like to withdraw all the money from this card, please."

Mandy didn't pay any attention to the fact that the card in her hand was different from the black card her family usually had.

The teller smiled at Mandy. "Okay, please wait a moment."

The teller took the card from her hand, but when she saw it clearly, her face turned pale. "Ma... Ma'am... are you sure you want to withdraw all the money?"

Mandy smiled, not understanding why this young girl was reacting like that. 'This card only has three thousand bucks, after all.'

She smiled slightly and replied, "Yes, there isn't much money on this card anyway."

At this moment, the teller's mouth went dry because of shock. This black card was a custom card for their bank, and just the gold trim around it was made of pure gold.

The card was called the "Supreme Card," and there were only a handful of them in the world. "Please wait."

With that, the teller rushed out from behind the counter and headed straight to the general manager's office.

At that moment, the bank manager was brewing coffee, just about to take a sip.

Knock, knock, knock—

A hurried knock on the door startled the manager so much that he nearly dropped his cup.

Frowning, the manager spoke with clear displeasure, "Come in. What's the matter?"

The teller frantically placed the black card on the desk and said, "There's a problem. Look at this! An older woman is holding this card and said she wants to withdraw all the money."

The manager took a sip of coffee, then glanced at the Supreme Card on the desk.

Pfft—

The coffee he had just sipped sprayed out as he exclaimed, "What?!"

He immediately stood up, his face filled with disbelief.

This kind of Supreme Card had a minimum balance of one billion bucks.

If she withdrew all the money now, forget about this bank—even if all the surrounding banks pooled their funds, it still wouldn't be enough!

"Where is this lady? Take me to her!"

When the bank manager walked out respectfully, he was surprised to see that the person holding the card was completely different from what he had imagined. Mandy looked very ordinary, dressed in simple clothes.

At this moment, a thought crossed the bank manager's mind. 'Is this card stolen?'

He glanced at the teller beside him, who hesitantly said, "Manager, this lady really doesn't look like someone who could have this kind of card. Could it be that she found it?"

Upon hearing this, the manager's eyes filled with disdain. "I don't think she found it. I think she stole it! Old people like her are surprisingly bold, daring to steal a card like this. She's truly reckless!"

The manager immediately called for security. "Get ready to call the police. First, detain this woman."

Mandy still had no idea what was happening and was puzzled. "There's only 3,000 bucks on this card, why is it taking so long?"

Suddenly, two security guards appeared behind her. "Ma'am, we've detected a problem with the bank card. We need your cooperation. Please come with us!"

Their tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. It was more of a command than a request!

"What are you doing?" Mandy was startled upon hearing this.

At that moment, the two security guards exchanged glances, then lifted Mandy from both sides and dragged her toward the storage room.

Mandy was terrified. She had just come to withdraw money, and now these security guards were laying hands on her!

She shouted desperately, "Let go of me! What are you doing? Help!!"

Her resistance irritated one of the guards. 'How dare a thief be so arrogant in a bank?'

He shoved her hard, causing Mandy to fall to the ground.

"What do you want from me?" Mandy yelled, both frightened and furious.

Inside the storage room, the manager walked in with a sneer on his face and said, "You're quite bold, stealing a bank card and then coming here to withdraw money!"

The teller beside the manager also looked at Mandy with contempt. Seeing her wrinkled face, the teller was even more convinced that the black card had been stolen by Mandy.

"Tell us, where did you steal this card from?!"

Mandy's face turned red as she shouted, "You... you're accusing me falsely!"

Mandy had never done anything like this in her entire life.

And now, being thrown into the storage room was a complete insult to her dignity!

The manager sneered as Mandy continued to protest. "Hmph, lady, stop pretending. We've already called the police. If you confess now, your punishment will be lighter!"

The teller also chimed in mockingly, "At your age, doing something like this—aren't you ashamed?"

Mandy, having been wronged, grew even more furious upon hearing this. She quickly stood up, ready to argue.

Smack!

The teller suddenly slapped Mandy across the face. "Behave yourself! D*mn it, you almost messed up my performance earlier! You worthless thief, you deserve it!"

Mandy held her left cheek, stunned. Never in her life had she been humiliated like this!

With red eyes, she demanded, "Why you say I stole this card?!"

The teller sneered, "This kind of card requires a minimum asset of a billion! Look at you, with your shabby appearance—how could you possibly have that kind of money?!"

At that moment, Mandy stood frozen in place.

One billion! She stood there, stunned and at a complete loss.

For the manager, catching this "thief" would be a significant achievement. And if he found the card's rightful owner, he might even receive further rewards.

With this thought, the bank manager approached her, grabbing her chin roughly. "Tell me, where did you steal this card from?!"

He gripped her chin so hard that Mandy started to struggle in pain, but the manager did not loosen his grip.

Mandy's voice trembled, whether from the pain or something else, as tears streamed down her face. Shaking, she muttered, "I need to call my daughter!"