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.

had

of Damien’s power because she

didn’t have. much presence in

hidden advantages she didn’t

Hampson, tell me. Did my husband

Hampson smiled and nodded. “Of

how would Randall have been willing to give up the

eighty percent of his assets to Cherise, and the

1/3

a small business

just an undiscovered talent back then who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been

trusted aides knew about the stories

and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she said, “Does my husband have another

Hampson was momentarily startled. “Another

“Yes.”

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

“Therefore.”

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

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

Lenoir always said Mrs. Lenoir was foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir who was reasonable and made educated guesses.