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.

had been provoked

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

Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence

have any hidden

“Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have

and nodded. “Of course

have been willing to give up the company he

had transferred eighty percent of his assets to

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enough for his family to open a small

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 wealth

Damien’s trusted aides knew about

Mr. Hampson cautiously

was momentarily

“Yes.”

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

“Therefore.”

girl’s eyes were bright. “Does my husband

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

Mrs. Lenoir was foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir who