Chapter 97 You Shouldn’t Have Brought Him with You.
Cherise had never liked to create trouble. At that moment, she was livid but mostly harmless, like an angry baby animal. She glared at Bernard and gritted her teeth viciously. “Quickly apologize!”
Bernard had no way out. He could only look at Damien silently. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lenoir. I shouldn’t have said such a thing.”
Cherise flattened her l*ps, and her fierce expression vanished. She turned and looked at Damien gently. “Honey, ignore what he said. He was talking nonsense.”
Bernard’s jaw fell to the floor.
He would have understood if Cherise had previously treated Damien with such an attitude. After all, she was a poor girl, and Damien was the son of a rich man.
But… since yesterday, Cherise had become a wealthy woman with a*sets worth five hundred million.
To his surprise, her head didn’t swell at all. She was still so gentle and kind to Damien.
The Mercedes-Benz RV started moving..
Cherise didn’t look at Bernard on the way to the office because of what he said.
The girl guarded Damien obediently.
“Are you thirsty, honey?”
“Do you want coffee or lemon-infused water?”
At eight o’clock in the morning, in the largest meeting room in the Shaw Group building.
Various managers and administrators from large departments had long been waiting in the meeting room.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting the new president, Ms. Shaw.
“I heard that Ms. Shaw is the mistress of our old boss, Randall.”
“Really? I saw Ms. Shaw yesterday. She has quite a petite figure. Would she really fall for
“I also doubted it at first, but you know what? If you post anything online about Ms. Shaw these days, your account will be instantly blacklisted. It’s frightening!”
“Oh my god. Then, I also believe that they don’t have an innocuous relationship. Why won’t she let others talk about her if she’s innocent?”
Repeated discussions took place in the meeting room.
The voices in the meeting room suddenly ended spontaneously.
The meeting room’s doors were opened at a distance.
Ms. Shaw, whom everyone accused of being a mistress, was smiling and pushing a man in a wheelchair. She walked in slowly.
The man in the wheelchair had distinct and sharp features. He had a tall nose bridge, thick black brows, and a tall and slender figure.
The black satin blindfold around his eyes made him seem distant and mysterious.
In the meeting room, some were astonished, while some held their breaths.
The rest silently discussed the man’s identity.
Cherise pushed Damien to the seat of honor. “Hello, everyone. I’m Cherise Shaw.”
“This is my husband, Damien Lenoir.”
When she said it, the meeting room instantly erupted into whispers.
Isn’t he the jinx from the Lenoir family that had caused his parents’ death when he was young and caused his sister’s death when he was thirteen? He had also caused the death of three fiancées not long
Is this person Cherise’s husband?
Bernard ma*saged the bridge of his nose in exasperation when he saw the scene before him.
He had guessed that such a situation would occur.
Their previous boss, Randall, was superstitious, so his subordinates had long been led.
Damien had a delicate identity, but Cherise had made the wrong decision to bring him. along.
After some discussion, a middle-aged man stood up while stroking his beard. “Ms. Shaw, I know you want to share your joy with your family after becoming the president.”
“But there are rules in a company.”
“Your husband has a special identity. You shouldn’t have brought him with you.”