In the factory, Cheryl, who had just finished the meeting, revealed a relaxed expression. The last few times she had come to the factory, the project managers had been indifferent to her, seeing her as just a woman.
'It seems that Drake's actions earlier must have scared them,' she thought. Just as Cheryl and Drake were preparing to have lunch outside, Cheryl's phone rang.
Ring ring ring—
She answered the phone, "Hello? Mom, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, a tearful voice came from the other end, "Cheryl, I've been beaten…"
Cheryl's face changed instantly. "Mom, I'll be right there!"
With red eyes, Cheryl turned to Drake and said, "My mom was beaten at the bank."
Drake frowned slightly and said, "Get in the car!"
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"You still won't talk, huh? Well, then I'll call the police!" the bank
