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.

Cressa’s dad had been provoked to make such a

the consequences of

didn’t have. much presence

hidden advantages she didn’t

tell me. Did my

nodded. “Of

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

transferred eighty percent of his assets

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

as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been able to

only Damien’s trusted aides knew about the stories behind

Mr. Hampson cautiously as she

was momentarily startled.

“Yes.”

why Cressa’s dad was willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s public identity

“Therefore.”

bright. “Does my husband have a

Mr. Hampson froze slightly.

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

Mr. Hampson hesitate, Cherise’s eyes grew