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 cla*ses.
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.
She didn’t know how Cressa’s dad had been provoked to make such a decision.
Was it possible he feared the consequences of Damien’s power because she had fought. with Cressa?
But it didn’t make sense. Those who knew anything about Damien knew he didn’t have. much presence in the Lenoir family. Even Cressa understood this fact. Why was Cressa’s dad so frightened?
Could Damien have any hidden advantages she didn’t know about?
When Cherise thought of it, she quickly went to Mr. Hampson’s side. “Mr. Hampson, tell me. Did my husband have anything to do with Cressa’s dad giving me the company?”
Mr. Hampson smiled and nodded. “Of course he did.”
If not for Damien speaking up, how would Randall have been willing to give up the company he had painstakingly built up?
He had transferred eighty percent of his a*sets to Cherise, and the remaining twenty
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percent was enough for his family to open a small business and live the rest of their lives!
After all, Randall was just an undiscovered talent back then who had worked as a marketing manager. If not for Damien, Randall wouldn’t have been able to make twenty percent of his wealth in his life.
Of course, only Damien’s trusted aides knew about the stories behind the scenes.
Cherise pursed her lips and looked at Mr. Hampson cautiously as she said, “Does my husband have another identity?”
Mr. Hampson was momentarily startled. “Another identity?”
“Yes.”
Cherise was serious. “I can’t figure out why Cressa’s dad was willing to transfer his company and money to me. My husband’s public identity doesn’t warrant such drastic action.”
“Therefore.”
The girl’s eyes were bright. “Does my husband have a hidden identity?”
Mr. Hampson froze slightly.
Mr. Lenoir always said Mrs. Lenoir was foolish, but before him was a Mrs. Lenoir who was reasonable and made educated guesses. She wasn’t dumb at all!
Upon seeing Mr. Hampson hesitate, Cherise’s eyes grew brighter.
She looked at him expectantly, “Tell me, Mr. Hampson.”
Mr. Hampson’s face flushed under her innocent and adorable gaze. “Mrs. Lenoir, Mr. Lenoir is waiting for you in the study room.”
But Cherise was persistent. “Mr. Hampson, you must know. Please tell me.”
“What do you want him to tell you?”
As Cherise continued to bother Mr. Hampson, a man’s indifferent and low voice rang at the entrance of the first-floor elevator.
Cherise pursed her lips and looked away from Mr. Hampson. She turned and smiled at Damien. “Darling!”
A bright smile hung from the girl’s pretty face. She revealed two shallow dimples.
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Damien’s gaze started to soften through the layer of black silk.
He waved at her. “Come here.”
Cherise ran over obediently. She pushed his wheelchair to the dining room and asked cautiously. “Honey, do you understand the photos of the structure of the company’s departments that I sent you this afternoon?”
