My Blind Husband

Chapter 237 I Don’t Want to Be President

Damien glanced at the cell phone. “It isn’t time yet.”

Cherise looked up at him, perplexed. “What do you mean?”

The man pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. “This matter has yet to evolve into its final stage.”

“I’ve never liked to fight unnecessary wars.”

Cherise lifted her hands and put them around his neck. Her dark, large eyes looked at him as she blinked. “I still don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to.”

The man reached out to tap her nose. “But there’s been trouble brewing at the company lately.”

Damien raised his hands to squeeze her soft cheeks. “Uncle Raymond tampered with that batch of goods. I’m going on a business trip to the neighboring town tomorrow to find a suitable factory for subcontract work.”

Although Cherise couldn’t grasp business dealings much, she evidently understood what he

meant.

with the project that Raymond and Tristan

lips. “Is the

“No.”

stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, Ms. Shaw. I’ll ensure you can manage the company

her lips. She looked at him slightly shyly. “Actually, I know

immediately transferred his

hand, Damien wouldn’t raise difficult questions. On the other

too resourceful as a father that Cressa had yet to

company to Cherise. But actually… he

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he returned the company to the rightful owner. you’re the

“Actually, I

want to

aloud the thoughts in

I originally planned on giving Shaw Group to you as a marriage

being so sincere, can you please be president for

her lips and didn’t say

recuperate, so Damien didn’t let her stay up too late. He carried her upstairs at nine

the man gently placed

at him pitifully.