Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 898 Backstabbing Mr Belcourt 

“It was Mr. Belcourt!” someone blurted out, shaking his head helplessly. “He’s got a temper like a

volcano! Apart from the president, nobody in the company dares to cross him!”

“Mr. Dultch came up with this weird idea to test the temper of every big shot in the company.

guess who’s Supposed to help us figure out who to handle with kid gloves when assigning tasks… and

the most untouchable? Yep, Mr. Belcourt…”

Before the person could finish, Mr. Dultch glared and shooed him away. “Get back to work! Mrs. Lenoir,

don’t pay attention to his rambling.”

Cherise was floored by their bizarre logic. “So… your test concludes that I’m cool as a cucumber, huh?”

Mr. Dultch grinned. “Yep, you’ve got quite the cool head. But don’t worry, we’ll do our best not to ruffle

your feathers…”

Cherise was left speechless. She had unwittingly discovered such a peculiar department existed in

Damien’s company!

When she returned to Damien’s office from HR, it was already eleven in the morning.

She walked in holding the thick employee code of conduct given by Mr. Dultch. Damien was at his

desk, working.

At the sound of the door, he glanced up with a smile. The HR are a bunch of zealous peeps, huh?”

Cherise grumbled as she unloaded the items from her arms onto the office desk. “Can you believe it?

Each of them insisted on getting my autograph. And after I obliged, they had the nerve to compliment

my patience, as if I wouldn’t have minded saying no from the start.”

Her efforts seemed wasted, leaving her feeling like an easy target.

“They probably didn’t mean any harm,” Damien said, approaching with a grin as he guided her to the

nearby sofa. As he eased off her shoes, he added casually, “Mr. Dultch can be a bit mischievous. But

honestly, they just appreciate people who can keep their cool and won’t be pushed around.”

“And with me around, who’d dare to mess with you?” His warm hand gently massaged her swollen

ankle, injured earlier that morning.

Cherise remained silent, and her lips pursed in annoyance.

“Still giving you grief?” The man’s eyes flicked to her swollen ankle, concern evident in his voice.

“Nah, it’s fine now,” Cherise replied, smiling. Before she could say more, a knock interrupted them.

“Mr. Lenoir, I’m from Sales. The manager asked me to bring these documents to you,” a voice outside

the door sounded genuinely concerned.

“Just leave them at the door,” Damien said, holding Cherise’s ankle, his gaze unmoving.

With work hours in full swing, Damien couldn’t afford to disrupt his routine or the company’s operations

for Cherise’s spur-of-the-moment decisions.novelbin

Damien sighed, looking resignedly at Cherise, who hurriedly slipped on her shoes.

“Come on in,” Damien uttered brusquely from behind his desk.