My Blind Husband

Cherise smiled awkwardly, “I remember, I remember.”

Well, Mrs. Lenoir,” Mr. Whitlock’s voice oozed with flattery, “I have something of utmost importance to share with you urgently. This recording was given to me by Ms. Weiss, and you absolutely need to hear it!”

Furrowing her brows, Cherise inquired, “If it’s truly crucial, where should we meet?”

“No need to meet, no need to meet!” Mr. Whitlock chuckled, “I’ve already arranged for local express delivery to bring it to you! Mrs. Lenoir, please understand that your reputation isn’t risks!” favorable at the moment, and meeting in person might pose

Cherise contemplated for a moment, acknowledging her current favorable mood.

However…

“If this is indeed significant, then… thank you.”

Shortly after ending the call with Mr. Whitlock, the express delivery promptly delivered the package.

Cherise found a

her brow, preparing to inspect it, when Mr. Whitlock called

suggest you listen to this recording together with Mr. Lenoir,” Mr. Whitlock

sees it. And please inform Mr. Lenoir that I was the one who sent it to you;

responded with a smile, “Mr. Whitlock, don’t worry. My husband will be aware that you provided me with this. Shall we wait for his

agreed

hanging up, Mr. Whitlock retrieved another recording pen from his drawer, a sly

given by Yolanda, while the one in the drawer captured the voice of

evidence of his

with, potentially profiting from

the leverage he now held and the potential outcomes

him and leverage over the man involved with his wife. He even contemplated buying a lottery ticket, feeling as though luck was on

returned home in the wee hours of the night, finding Cherise

tucked their children, Serafina, Soren, and Alexis,