My Blind Husband

The man cradled Cherise tenderly in his arms, yet his icy gaze pierced Sebastian. With a contemptuous sneer, he remarked,
“You previously made it clear that if you didn’t return the shares worth ten billion. to me, Lenoir Group would be renamed to
‘Weiss Group.”
“But what you don’t know is...” With a dismissive flick, he tossed a stack of share transfer documents. onto Sebastian’s lap.
“Starting tomorrow, Weiss Group will be rebranded as ‘Lenoir Group. Your father has already signed a contract with me and
transferred all the shares under his name to me.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened abruptly, and he hurriedly sifted through the documents. To his astonishment, they bore the
unmistakable signature of the elderly Alain! “How can this be...” He collapsed back onto the sofa, bewildered. “I’m his flesh and
blood...”
“Your father spilled the beans,” Damien smirked, “He made it clear that you’re the most unreliable person on the planet.”
“He also mentioned that Yolanda couldn’t snag a decent husband. Since you’re so reckless, he has no one to count on. He
would rather sell off Weiss Group’s shares, move overseas, and start afresh. Anyway, this money will ensure Yolanda lives a
carefree life from now on. And as for you... he never considered you his son.”
Sebastian felt like he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning, his mind reeling... Did my own father... forsake me?
“Of course, the surprises I have in store for you don’t stop here, Mr. Weiss,” Damien remarked with a yawn, motioning for Otto to
enter. Otto swiftly led a team to remove all the hidden cameras and bugs in the room.
“And this.” Damien extended his hand, retrieving the pen from Cherise’s front pocket. He deftly disassembled the pinhole camera
from the pen cap and handed it to Otto. Then, he reached out and playfully pinched Cherise’s nose. “What’s about to happen
isn’t meant for outsiders to witness.”
Cherise pressed her lips together, staring at him blankly. “Why not?”
“Because it’s going to be rather frightful,” Damien explained, planting a kiss on her cheek. “And some folks prefer to remain out
of the limelight.”
The door swung open, and a middle-aged man in a silver-gray suit entered briskly. Cherise glanced up, taking in the spirited
figure. Though he appeared to be in his fifties, there was a vitality about him that belied his age, with no hint of weariness or
aging evident on his face. He looked very lively and... attractive. Still, Cherise couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him.

“Call him ‘Dad,” Damien whispered softly to her.
Cherise’s eyes widened in realization. “Is this... my dad?”
“Yes.”
“Um... Hi, Dad,” Cherise rose awkwardly, her voice stiff.
Sebastian, grabbing his collar firmly. “You insulted my daughter, trying to sully her innocence.”
“Didn’t I hear you blabbering about putting my daughter into a vegetative state meant for display?” He swung his fist forward,
aiming at Sebastian’s face. “I won’t put you on display, but I’ll definitely put you in a vegetative state.” Despite being in his fifties,
Beckham exercised regularly and took care of himself. When his fist landed, Sebastian had no chance to fight back.
With one punch, Sebastian’s nose gushed blood, some of it splattering onto Cherise’s hand. As the warmth of Sebastian’s blood
splashed on Cherise’s skin, she paused, inspecting it closely, and realized it was blood.