Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise stood still, pursing her lips, before exiting the airport with her children and getting into the car Damien had arranged for them.

Little did she know, there was a black extended Lincoln car parked nearby. Inside the car, a man dressed in black with a cold demeanor swirled red wine in his glass. His gaze, like that of a predator observing its prey, was fixed on the direction Cherise had left.

After a while, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He muttered, “Cherise, it’s been over a decade, but you haven’t changed.”

Then, he glanced down at the file on the low table in front of him. It was a document–a dossier about Damien.

The man sipped his wine and smiled. “What right does that Lenoir guy have to compete for a woman with me? Ten years ago, I claimed Cherise as mine. No one can take her away from me.”

When Cherise and the children returned to Lenoir Manor, Damien was discussing recent work matters with Lennon in the study.

Seeing the car stop outside, Damien stretched lazily. “Let’s call it a day,” he suggested.

The company is in a mess, yet as soon as Cherise

and Lucy’s relationship won’t progress in the short term, you might as well put all your energy

speechless. He wanted to punch

for him to flaunt his married

himself

information on his phone screen and said solemnly, “Mr. Weiss of the Weiss family arrived in Adania today. Besides acquiring the shares Tristan discarded, he also bought some scattered shares from other shareholders. He’s probably here to cause trouble for you. You should be prepared in

no response from Damien,

that

Cherise’s car. He