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.

know how Cressa’s dad had been provoked

of Damien’s power because she

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

any hidden advantages she didn’t know

to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have anything to do

Hampson smiled and nodded. “Of

Randall have been willing to give up the

transferred eighty percent of his assets to Cherise, and the remaining

1/3

family to open a small business and live the rest of

as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall

only Damien’s trusted aides knew about the stories

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

momentarily startled. “Another

“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.”

bright. “Does

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

Mrs. Lenoir who