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.

how Cressa’s dad had been provoked to

the consequences of

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

hidden advantages she didn’t

quickly went to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have anything to

Hampson smiled and nodded.

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

of his assets to

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

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

only Damien’s trusted aides knew

and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she said, “Does my husband have another

was momentarily

“Yes.”

dad was willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s

“Therefore.”

bright. “Does my husband

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

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