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.

Cressa’s dad had been provoked to make such a

of

didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family. Even Cressa understood this fact. Why was Cressa’s dad so

hidden

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

smiled and nodded. “Of

been willing to

transferred eighty percent of his

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enough for his family to open a small business and

just an 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

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

pursed her lips and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she

was momentarily startled.

“Yes.”

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

“Therefore.”

girl’s eyes were bright. “Does my husband have

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

was a Mrs. Lenoir