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 been provoked to

he feared the consequences of Damien’s power

knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family.

have any hidden advantages

of it, she quickly went to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have

nodded. “Of course he

Randall have been willing to give up the company

percent of his assets

1/3

for his family to open a small business and live the rest

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

trusted aides knew about the

looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she

momentarily startled. “Another

“Yes.”

can’t figure out why Cressa’s dad was willing to transfer his company and money to me.

“Therefore.”

bright. “Does

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir