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

of Damien’s power because she had

Damien knew he didn’t have. much

hidden advantages

Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have anything to do with Cressa’s dad giving me the

smiled and nodded.

would Randall have been willing to give up

transferred eighty percent of his assets to Cherise,

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family to open a small business and

back then who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall

aides knew

her lips and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she said, “Does my

Hampson was momentarily startled.

“Yes.”

willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s public identity doesn’t warrant such drastic

“Therefore.”

girl’s eyes were bright. “Does my husband have a

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir