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 provoked to make such

possible he feared the consequences of Damien’s

anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in

any hidden advantages

Cherise thought of it, she quickly went to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband

Hampson smiled and nodded.

Damien speaking up, how would Randall have been willing to give up the company he had painstakingly built

percent of his assets to Cherise, and the

1/3

open a small business and live the

who had worked as a marketing manager. If not

only Damien’s trusted aides knew about

Hampson cautiously as she said, “Does my

Hampson was momentarily

“Yes.”

figure out why Cressa’s dad was willing to transfer his company

“Therefore.”

were bright. “Does my

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

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