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.

didn’t know how Cressa’s dad had been

the consequences of Damien’s power because she had fought. with Cressa?

sense. Those who knew anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir

Damien have any hidden advantages she didn’t

went to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did

smiled and nodded. “Of course he

been willing to give up the

percent of his assets to Cherise,

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family to open a small business and live

was just an undiscovered talent back then who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been able to make twenty percent of his wealth

Damien’s trusted aides knew about the stories behind

her lips and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she

Hampson was momentarily

“Yes.”

was willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s public identity doesn’t warrant such drastic action.”

“Therefore.”

bright. “Does my husband have a

froze slightly.

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