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

it possible he feared the consequences of Damien’s

about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family.

Damien have any hidden advantages she

side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have anything to do with

and nodded. “Of course

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

eighty percent of his assets

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a small business and live the rest of

undiscovered talent back then who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been able to make

course, only Damien’s trusted aides knew about the stories behind

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

was momentarily startled. “Another

“Yes.”

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

“Therefore.”

eyes were bright. “Does my husband

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

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