Dark Secrets of the 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.

had been provoked to make

it possible he feared the consequences of Damien’s power because she had fought.

anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much

hidden advantages she didn’t know

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

and nodded. “Of course

would Randall have been willing to give up the company he had painstakingly

percent of his assets to Cherise, and the

1/3

for his family to open a small business and live the rest of their

worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall

knew about the stories

Mr. Hampson cautiously as she said, “Does my husband have

was momentarily startled.

“Yes.”

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

“Therefore.”

were bright. “Does my

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

Mrs. Lenoir was foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir

Hampson hesitate, Cherise’s eyes grew