Chapter 109 I’m Going To Argue With You
Cherise took a deep breath and mulled over it as she stood at the door before she took. enormous strides into the villa.
In the villa’s living room.
Damien was sitting on the couch, pouring tea from a tumbler into a teacup.
Mr. Hampson was reading a document behind him.
Cherise walked in angrily, filled with rage, and was about to lose her temper at Damien when she heard what Mr. Hampson was reading. “According to the sales department’s statistics, the company’s sales for the last month…”
Her angry footsteps stopped. Damien is working…
The delicate woman pursed her lips. Half the anger vanished from her face.
She pursed her lips and silently sat on the edge of the couch.
In
any case, she couldn’t disturb him when he was working. She could only argue. with him after Mr. Hampson had finished reporting!
“Come here.”
The man, whose eyes were covered with black silk, spoke up indifferently when he saw her,
return.
Cherise turned away. She didn’t want to go over!
She wouldn’t go over!
She was waiting to argue with him!
Upon sensing her reluctance, Damien smiled nonchalantly. He raised his hands to pour her a cup of tea and signaled Blake to give it to her.
“Have some tea, Cherry.”
Cherise only turned at Blake’s young, crisp voice.
Cherise was polite. Even though she was furious, Blake was serving her the tea. She thanked him earnestly. “Thank you.”
Mr. Hampson continued reporting.
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Damien interrupted him before speaking with a smile on the corners of his lips. “I poured the tea for you. Why didn’t you thank me?”
She had been in a bad mood since she had entered the villa. Who had offended her?
“Hmph!”
Cherise rolled her eyes at him.
But she rolled her eyes again when she thought of how he couldn’t see.
“Quickly finish your work. I’m going to argue with you!”
Surprise flickered across Damien’s eyes. It seems like I have something to do with her bad mood?
How did I infuriate her?
Mr. Hampson held the document and didn’t know if he should continue.
“Go on.”
The man waved his hands indifferently, “Speed up. Mrs. Lenoir is waiting to argue with
me.”
Mr. Hampson didn’t dare to delay. He continued reporting at an increased speed.
Cherise sat on the couch and drank cup after cup of tea.
But Mr. Hampson’s reporting was incessant.
After he had finished one document, he started reading another one.
The documents were endless.
She even suspected Damien and Mr. Hampson knew she was coming home to argue, so they prepared beforehand.
Why were there dozens of documents…
She felt awfully bored as she sat on the couch but couldn’t leave. After all, she wanted to argue with Damien.
Mr. Hampson’s words kept ringing in her ears. It made her sleepier than the advanced mathematics lecturer’s chattering.
Cherise leaned back on the couch. She drank tea while playing with her cell phone but
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couldn’t resist feeling sleepy.
Cherise forced herself to stay awake. She couldn’t sleep!
She had returned to argue!
Not to sleep!
But ultimately, the woman’s small, fair face tilted toward the couch viciously as she fell asleep.
Mr. Hampson was still reporting.
Randall had achieved a lot in the past few years. The elite team Damien had brought over had worked overtime and organized the information the whole day before they summarized the company’s business, achievements, and various data.
Ast
the true boss behind the scenes of the company, Damien had to gain an insight into the company’s situation within a day so Shaw Group could rise above the others at Lenoir Group’s competitive bidding one week later.
“Hold on.”
The man waved his hands nonchalantly after Mr. Hampson had finished reporting a document.
Mr. Hampson paused.
Damien’s long and slender figure rose from the couch. He picked up a thin blanket at the side and covered Cherise with it before picking up a pillow gently and stuffing it under her head.
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