Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise pursed her lips. “I did,” she affirmed quietly. The arrogant voice Cherise had just heard aligned with what she could remember of lan’s voice. Yet, neither the current Cherise nor her past self could have fathomed that this voice she had once pined for would say such things with such arrogance and disdain.

Before Cherise could respond, lan resumed his tirade on the other end. “Ensure Damien knows who holds the real power now!” he bellowed.

Cherise remained silent momentarily, her mind grappling with Ian’s words, which seemed out of character. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she addressed Otto calmly over the phone. “Get ready and send me the address. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Are you sure about this?” Otto interjected, his lips pressed together in concern. “You…” His voice trailed off as he moved to a quieter location. “Mr. Lenoir would never agree.”

“Today, you’re going to follow my lead,” Cherise reassured him with a smile. “Don’t worry. If anything goes wrong, I’ll take full responsibility. Damien won’t hold you accountable.”

reassuring him, Otto found himself unable to refuse

dressing room. She selected a plaid skirt reminiscent of what she used to wear in high school. She tied her hair

Ian, securing him accommodation at one of Adania’s highly rated, five-star hotels. When Cherise arrived at the hotel, Otto

in Europe and was reassigned due

of Cherise. He had never caught a glimpse of her in person. In his mind, a woman worthy of marriage to his boss must have exuded elegance, maturity, and poise-a wealthy young lady of undeniable means. Cherise’s articulate manner over the phone further

defied. Instead of the poised figure he had envisioned, a woman emerged dressed like she was still in high school, her hair pulled