My Blind Husband

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.

dad had been provoked to make

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

knew anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family. Even Cressa understood this fact. Why was Cressa’s

any hidden advantages she didn’t

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

nodded.

not for Damien 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

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enough for his family to open a small business and live the rest of their

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

course, only Damien’s trusted aides knew about the

pursed her lips and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously

momentarily startled. “Another

“Yes.”

figure out why Cressa’s dad was willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s public

“Therefore.”

bright. “Does my husband have a hidden

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

Mrs. Lenoir was foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir who was reasonable and made educated guesses. She wasn’t