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.

feeling gnawed at her, she heard a

at the end of the line. “Why are you here?”

director called me a while ago and said you were coming for an inspection. Since they didn’t know

was clearly basking in his achievement. “Aren’t you surprised? You didn’t expect to see me here,

stumbled over her words, “Yes,

medical research institute indeed fell under the sponsorship of the Shaw Group. It suddenly made sense why Damien treated

question lingered: Why did Damien sponsor a medical research

arm still affectionately wrapped around Cherise’s waist as they made their way to the director’s office. “When

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my sister sustained severe burns, disfiguring herself and

her, so my grandfather arranged for a team of burn specialists from

on the plane

chapter of his life, his eyes reflected a deep sorrow. “So, when Lennon mentioned that a doctor he knew was planning to establish a medical research institute dedicated to rare diseases, I

leaving

with a firm grip. “I can understand