Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“It was Mr. Belcourt!” someone blurted out, shaking his head helplessly. “He’s got a temper like a volcano! Apart from the president, nobody in the company dares to cross him!”

“Mr. Dultch came up with this weird idea to test the temper of every big shot in the company.

guess who’s Supposed to help us figure out who to handle with kid gloves when assigning tasks… and the most untouchable? Yep, Mr. Belcourt…”

Before the person could finish, Mr. Dultch glared and shooed him away. “Get back to work! Mrs. Lenoir, don’t pay attention to his rambling.”

Cherise was floored by their bizarre logic. “So… your test concludes that I’m cool as a cucumber, huh?”

Mr. Dultch grinned. “Yep, you’ve got quite the cool head. But don’t worry, we’ll do our best not to ruffle your feathers…”

Cherise was left speechless. She had unwittingly discovered such a peculiar department existed in Damien’s company!

she returned to Damien’s office from HR, it was already eleven in the

code of conduct given by

he glanced up with a smile. The HR are a

office desk. “Can you believe it? Each of them insisted on getting my autograph. And after I obliged, they had the nerve to compliment my patience, as if I wouldn’t have minded saying

leaving her feeling like

As he eased off her shoes, he added casually, “Mr. Dultch can be a bit mischievous. But honestly, they just appreciate people who can

me around, who’d dare to mess with you?” His warm hand gently massaged her swollen ankle, injured earlier that

her lips

giving you grief?” The man’s eyes flicked to her swollen ankle, concern evident in

Cherise replied, smiling. Before she could say

Lenoir, I’m from Sales. The manager asked me to bring these documents to you,” a voice outside the door