Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 230 Life’s Regret and Unexpected Pursuits

“Alright,” Damien gently reached out and tousled her hair, his affectionate smile warming the moment. “Let’s have a meal first, and then we’ll head over to the research institute. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes!” Cherise nodded in enthusiastic agreement. With fan’s potential quest to regain his position and claim the prize money, the afternoon when the netizens gathered was an optimal window of opportunity. They would be there, ready and waiting for him at the research institute.

Following a delightful lunch, Damien personally chauffeured Cherise to the research institute. A few dedicated netizens had already gathered outside, their presence a testament to the brewing digital storm.

Cherise and Damien, keen to avoid the commotion, discreetly entered through the institute’s

back door.

Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir!” Upon their arrival through the back entrance, a chorus of warm greetings resonated through the research institute. All the researchers had lined up, applauding and cheering enthusiastically to welcome them.

A headache began to creep in. The reception felt all too reminiscent of the grand event Bernard had orchestrated during Cherise’s visit to the Shaw Group for an inspection.

she heard a familiar voice, “Ms. Shaw!

the end of the line. “Why are you here?” Cherise asked, taken aback by his

pride. “The director called me a while ago and said you were coming for an inspection.

his achievement. “Aren’t you surprised? You didn’t expect to see me

words, “Yes,

institute indeed fell under the sponsorship of the Shaw Group. It suddenly made sense why

did Damien sponsor

around Cherise’s waist as they made their way to the director’s office. “When I was thirteen, our family

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an attempt to save me, my sister sustained severe burns, disfiguring herself and causing

sigh. “During that time, medical science simply couldn’t save her, so my grandfather arranged for

the plane

his eyes reflected a deep sorrow. “So, when Lennon mentioned that a doctor he knew was planning

again, leaving the topic

hand with a firm grip. “I can