Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 93 A Hidden Identity

“I’m back, Frances!”

The girl greeted all the servants in the villa energetically, as usual.

When she looked at Mr. Hampson, he blinked at her and smiled. “Welcome home, Ms. Shaw.”

Cherise was dumbstruck.

Her face paled, and she pursed her lips in exasperation at Mr. Hampson. “Being president isn’t fun at all!”

She couldn’t even remember all the disorganized departments in the company, let alone manage it.

Remembering these things was more challenging than attending classes.

Mr. Hampson continued smiling. “You’re a president at nineteen years old. Others can’t even dream of such a thing, but you don’t like it.”

Cherise flattened her lips. “I didn’t acquire it with my own efforts.”

She felt like she was dreaming.

didn’t know how Cressa’s dad had been provoked to make such

he feared the consequences of Damien’s

didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family. Even Cressa understood this fact. Why was Cressa’s dad so

any hidden

it, she quickly went to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me.

smiled and nodded. “Of course

Damien speaking up, how would Randall have been

percent of his assets to Cherise, and

1/3

family to open a small business and live

back then who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been able to make twenty percent

knew about the stories behind

at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she said, “Does my husband

momentarily

“Yes.”

figure out why Cressa’s dad was willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s public identity doesn’t warrant such

“Therefore.”

were bright. “Does

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

Mrs. Lenoir was foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir