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.

dad had been provoked to make

feared the consequences of Damien’s power because she had fought.

knew anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family. Even

have any hidden advantages she didn’t know

tell me. Did my husband have anything

Hampson smiled and nodded. “Of

not for Damien speaking up, how would Randall have been willing to give up the company

of his assets to

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open a small business and live the rest of

a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been able to make twenty percent of his

trusted aides knew about the stories behind the

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

momentarily

“Yes.”

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 such

“Therefore.”

girl’s eyes were bright. “Does my husband

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

before him was a Mrs. Lenoir who was reasonable