Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 237 I Don’t Want to Be President

Damien glanced at the cell phone. “It isn’t time yet.”

Cherise looked up at him, perplexed. “What do you mean?”

The man pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. “This matter has yet to evolve into its final stage.”

“I’ve never liked to fight unnecessary wars.”

Cherise lifted her hands and put them around his neck. Her dark, large eyes looked at him as she blinked. “I still don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to.”

The man reached out to tap her nose. “But there’s been trouble brewing at the company lately.”

Damien raised his hands to squeeze her soft cheeks. “Uncle Raymond tampered with that batch of goods. I’m going on a business trip to the neighboring town tomorrow to find a suitable factory for subcontract work.”

Cherise couldn’t grasp business dealings much, she evidently understood what

meant.

Raymond

her lips.

“No.”

and stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, Ms. Shaw. I’ll ensure you can manage the

She looked at him slightly shyly. “Actually, I

immediately transferred his

difficult questions. On the other hand, he had used such a

a father that Cressa had yet to be punished severely

Randall had given the company to Cherise. But actually… he was just returning

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squeezed her face. “Even if he returned the company

lips together. “Actually,

want to

the thoughts in her

hands to hug her. “But I originally

so sincere, can you please be president for a while even if you’re feeling reluctant, Mrs.

her lips and didn’t

stay up too late. He carried her upstairs at nine

her shower, the man gently placed her on