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.

had been provoked

it possible he feared the consequences of Damien’s power because

Those who knew anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family. Even Cressa understood this

hidden advantages she didn’t know about?

it, she quickly went to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have anything to do with Cressa’s dad giving me the

smiled and nodded. “Of

speaking up, how would Randall have been willing to give up the company he had

transferred eighty percent of his assets to Cherise, and the remaining twenty

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his family to open a small business

was just an undiscovered talent back then who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been

trusted aides knew about

and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she said,

momentarily startled.

“Yes.”

was willing to transfer his company and money to me.

“Therefore.”

were bright. “Does my husband have a

froze slightly.

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