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!

from HR, it was already eleven in

the thick employee code of conduct given by Mr. Dultch. Damien was at his desk,

a smile. The HR are a bunch

you believe it? Each of them insisted on getting my autograph. And after I obliged, they had the nerve

seemed wasted, leaving her feeling like an easy

probably didn’t mean any harm,” Damien said, approaching with a grin as he guided her to the nearby sofa. As he eased off her shoes, he added casually, “Mr. Dultch can be a bit mischievous. But honestly, they just appreciate people who can keep

to mess with you?” His warm hand gently massaged her swollen ankle, injured earlier that

remained silent, and her

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

now,” Cherise replied, smiling. Before she could say more, a knock interrupted them.

to bring these documents to you,” a voice