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What does he mean by that?
I tried to suppress the doubts in my heart and quickly walked to my workstation.
In the following days, I worked late into the night almost every day, as Linda continuously assigned me various challenging tasks, trying to make me falter.
But I did not let her succeed. Instead, under Drake's guidance, I gradually mastered the rhythm of my work and proposed a bold innovative plan during a project meeting, which received Drake's approval.
"Lucy, your idea is very creative," Drake said appreciatively as he looked at me. "Keep up the good work."
Linda's expression darkened even further, and I knew she wouldn't let this go easily.
On Friday night, the company held a grand party to celebrate the milestone achievement of Project A.
I changed into a simple black dress, trying to make myself look less ostentatious.
At the party, amidst the clinking glasses and elegant attire, I worked hard to maintain a calm exterior while feeling the scrutiny from all sides.
Linda approached me gracefully with a champagne glass in hand. "Lucy, I didn't expect you to look quite pretty when you dress up."
There was a hint of barely noticeable sarcasm in her tone. I smiled politely and replied, "Thank you."
"I heard you've been performing well lately," Linda's gaze swept over me. "It seems President Drake appreciates you."
"I'm just doing my job," I replied nonchalantly.
Linda let out a light laugh, "Is that so? I hope you can always be this lucky."
She turned to leave, and a sense of unease washed over me, as if something was about to happen.
"Lucy, you're here." A familiar voice called from behind me.
I turned around to see Drake approaching, dressed in a deep blue suit that made him look even more handsome and charming.
"Good evening, Mr. President," I nodded slightly.
"Don't be so formal," Drake said, handing me a glass of champagne. "Relax a little."
I took the glass and sipped it gently, trying to appear more at ease.
Suddenly, a drunken rich heir stumbled toward us. "Isn't that the heiress of the Smith Family? What brings you to the Derek Corporation's celebration party?"
His words detonated like a bomb, instantly drawing everyone's attention to me.
I felt my blood run cold, as if I were at the center of a storm.
Linda feigned surprise as she walked over to me. "Lucy, so you're the heir of the Smith Family. I never would have guessed."
Her tone dripped with schadenfreude, and I took a deep breath, struggling to keep my emotions in check.
Just then, my father—Ivan Smith—suddenly appeared at the party.
His cold gaze swept over me, his tone carrying an undeniable command. "Lucy, come with me."
A deep fear gripped me; it felt as though my freedom and dreams were about to be crushed.
However, Drake unexpectedly stepped forward. "Mr. Ivan, Lucy is my employee now, and I believe she has the right to decide her own fate."
His tone was calm yet firm, causing Ivan Smith's face to darken with anger. "Drake, you'd better not interfere in my family matters."
"I'm merely standing up for my employee," Drake refused to back down.
Ivan shot me a fierce glare before turning and leaving the party.
I let out a sigh of relief, though I still felt a lingering unease.
Drake approached me and whispered in my ear, "I've known your identity for a long time, Lucy."
His voice was deep and magnetic, sending an inexplicable thrill through me.
"You..." I looked up at him in surprise.
"Don't worry," Drake gently patted my shoulder. "I will protect you."
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