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

of Damien’s power because

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

hidden advantages

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

nodded. “Of

how would Randall have been willing to

had transferred eighty percent of his assets to

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a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall

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

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

Hampson was momentarily

“Yes.”

his company and money to me. My husband’s public identity doesn’t warrant

“Therefore.”

bright. “Does my husband have

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

always said Mrs. Lenoir was foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir who was reasonable and made educated