My Blind Husband

After Lennon's brief announcement, he turned to Cherise. “Those heading to HR should head there ASAP,” he said. The words had barely left his lips when the crowd dispersed, scattering down the corridor.

“HR's up on the twelfth,” Damien murmured to Cherise, his tone low.

She nodded, clutching her resume, and darted into the waiting elevator.

Lennon and Damien watched her go, Lennon’s arms folded across his chest.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Looks like Cherry’s finally making some headway around here,” Lennon observed. “But Lulu mentioned she’s a skilled doctor with heaps of knowledge. Are you sure it’s wise to have her as your assistant?”

“Seems like a waste of talent,” Lennon couldn't help but say. Damien shot him a cold glance. “You think | haven’t considered that?”

He sighed, casting a glance at the departing Cherise. “She left her previous job because she didn’t trust her colleagues. | brought her here to gain some confidence and real-world experience. With me guiding her, she'll avoid a lot of unnecessary hurdles.”

“That’s it?” Lennon raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

Damien sighed, shaking his head. She always thinks I’m the dedicated one between me and her, but she never lifts a finger to help me. This is her chance to do something for a change.”

“Fair enough,” Lennon agreed. “It’s better than her charging ahead and bothering Sebastian without your say-so.” The mention of Sebastian brought a glint of coldness to Damien’s eyes. “I don’t want Cherry near that guy.”

Lennon nodded knowingly. “You've got to watch out. Sebastian's not subtle about his intentions-he’s after your company and your girl.”

Damien scoffed. “He’s ambitious, but does he have what it takes? If he can sway Cherry, then I'll concede defeat.” Meanwhile, as Cherise entered the HR department, she found everyone lined up at the door, eagerly awaiting her arrival.

The sight left Cherise torn between amusement and exasperation. “Everyone, please, go back to your desks and get back to work. I’m just here to check in...

A middle-aged man with graying hair approached, holding out a notebook. “Mrs. Lenoir, | heard about your incredible photographic memory. Would you mind signing here for me? | have to say, | admire your talent!”

Cherise was taken aback. She might have refused outright if the person in front of her had been younger. But facing a middle-aged man who was a senior to her, she felt compelled to oblige. Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest chapter of this novel

With a resigned sigh, she picked up the pen and signed her name on his notebook. To her dismay, what started as one signature turned into two, then three...

After what felt like an eternity, Cherise finally completed the task, signing everyone's notebooks with her autograph. “Can | start my duties now?” she asked eager to move on. Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest chapter of this novel

The middle-aged man who initiated the signing process smiled and motioned for her to sit. “Absolutely! Let me introduce myself. I’m Fyodor Dultch, Director of the HR Department, though everyone calls me Mr. Dultch! Seems the rumors are true — Mrs. Lenoir isn’t just capable, elegant, and nice!” Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest chapter of this novel

As Mr. Dultch spoke, someone beside him chimed in, “Yeah, the last person we asked to sign was not thrilled about it!” “Indeed, but Mrs. Lenoir handled it with grace,” another added. Cherise couldn't help but be entertained by their lively exchange and

“Mind if | ask who the individual was that you all surrounded and cratic nature. she asked. It you all surrounded and irritated with autograph requests?”