My Blind Husband

Chapter 894 Showdown! 

“If I prove I’m better than you at this, you owe me an apology and a swift return to your previous

position, no fuss,” she challenged, her tone cutting through the air.

Damien’s brows furrowed at the audacity of her ultimatum.

Honestly, with Cherise being his wife, Damien could’ve easily let her slide into any role she fancied

when she joined his company.

But instead of aiming for something cushy or high and mighty, she chose to play the role of an

assistant.

Sure, being the president’s assistant might’ve been the bottom rung on the corporate ladder, but many

would kill for this petty position. That was probably why Candace was so hell-bent on keeping the job

as Damien’s assistant.

Damien didn’t see any issue with Cherise assisting him; Candace was harassing her and causing

trouble.

But now that Cherise had spoken up to prove her capability, Damien saw no reason to stand in her

way.

Presumably, many in the company were unhappy with Cherise’s return to work today.

If he wanted to shut those naysayers up, the best bet was to have them eating out of Cherise’s hand,

admiring her hustle. And his wife had it in her to make it happen.

After all, she had always excelled academically from a young age. Damien had every confidence that

Cherise had what it took and more to be his right-hand woman.

Candace scoffed. “Alright. Let’s see how Mrs. Lenoir and I stack up!”

She doubted Cherise, always tied up in the hospital, had any skill with paperwork.

News of the showdown between Cherise and Candace quickly circulated throughout the company.

Departments dropped their morning meetings to witness the drama unfold on the twenty-fourth floor.

Damien didn’t intervene. This was Cherise’s chance to shine because if his wife earned respect, he’d

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To ensure fairness, Lennon was chosen to oversee the competition.

When Cherise saw Lennon enter with a mischievous grin, she couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Is he here for

fairness or just for the spectacle?’

“Mr. Belcourt, your reputation for fairness precedes you. I’m confident you’ll judge impartially,” Candace

said, smiling at Lennon.

Cherise was left speechless.

Watching Candace and others fawn over Lennon, Cherise felt a twinge of frustration. Maybe they didn’t

know him as well as she did…

Lennon had called Cherise last night, practically begging her to intervene with Lucy and end her

avoidance. And now, out of the blue, he’s here to judge?

“In the spirit of fairness, I think we should consider a new referee.” Cherise cleared her throat and

protested.

Candace raised an eyebrow. “Why the change? Mr. Belcourt is perfectly fine for the role! Mrs. Lenoir,

you can’t just dismiss Mr. Belcourt because you’re not familiar with him. If you want to prove your

abilities, the referee shouldn’t matter, right?”

Cherise found herself at a loss for words. With a resigned sigh, she glanced at Lennon. “Well, then, you

better make sure to be fair and just.”

Lennon coughed awkwardly. “Oh, absolutely! I pride myself on being completely impartial. Fairness is

my middle name in this company!”

Cherise couldn’t help but roll her eyes internally at his feigned innocence, ‘Right, and pigs fly!’

Ten minutes later, after a rushed setup, the competition began with a memory challenge.

Lennon produced a document and started reading aloud to Cherise and Candace, who were forbidden

from taking notes.