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

of Damien’s power

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

hidden advantages she didn’t know

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

Hampson smiled and nodded.

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

his assets to Cherise, and

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enough for his family to open a small

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

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

was momentarily startled.

“Yes.”

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

“Therefore.”

bright. “Does my

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

a Mrs. Lenoir

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