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

it possible he feared the consequences of Damien’s power because she

Those who knew anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family. Even Cressa understood this fact.

hidden

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

smiled and nodded. “Of course he

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

his assets to Cherise,

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

who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been able to make twenty percent of his wealth in his

aides knew about the stories

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

was momentarily startled. “Another

“Yes.”

“I can’t figure out why Cressa’s dad was willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s

“Therefore.”

“Does my husband have a

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

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