Chapter 127 An Enemy’s Enemy
“Oh, Hubby, why did you lie to the teacher?” Cherise couldn’t help but complain when they arrived downstairs. She knew her teacher was simple-minded, except when he was solving math equations. He would take Damien’s words seriously and remain polite to her moving forward. The thought alone made Cherise uncomfortable.
“Cherry.” Damien called out to her with a smile.
“What is it?”
Damien’s tone was filled with sarcasm. “Are all bookworms as naive as you and your math. teacher?”
“We’re not bookworms! We study diligently!”
“Are you only diligent when it comes to study?
“No! We’re diligent in everything we do!” Cherise corrected Damien crabbily.
“Mr. Lenoir!” As soon as Damien came out of the lift, the woman in red, who had been waiting in the office lobby, approached him. “Mr. Lenoir, I’m here to apolog-” Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed Cherise and stopped abruptly.
Her lips trembled. “Mr. Lenoir, she’s…”
“She’s my wife. But I’ve said that I don’t need your apology.” Frowning, Damien patted Cherise’s hand and said, “Let’s go.”
Cherise hummed in response and wheeled Damien to the exit.
Stunned, the woman caught up with them. “Mr. Lenoir, I’ve waited for you all night. Please accept my apology.” Her voice was cracking.
Cherise calmly pushed Damien forward and was puzzled. “Hubby, who is she?”
She didn’t recall seeing that woman before.
“I’m Violet Belcourt from Southville.” The woman caught up and walked next to Cherise. while introducing herself.
Cherise found the name familiar. After pondering for a moment, she recalled something. “You were the one Tristan…”
She remembered meeting this woman when she first went to the Lenoir Residence for dinner. She was the Ms. Belcourt who caused a scene at that time.
As a top student, Cherise had outstanding memory.
Violet let out a cough awkwardly. “Yes… It’s me.”
Through this simple conversation, Cherise became fond of Violet. An enemy’s enemy is a friend! She embarrassed Tristan for what he had done. She’s really bold!
And so, Cherise started chatting with Violet. “Why did you want to apologize to my husband?”
Violet’s expression turned unpleasant. “It’s… some work-related matters. There’s somet connection between Mr. Lenoir and my father.” She frowned and stared at Cherise briefly. “Mrs. Lenoir, can you please give us a moment?”
Cherise agreed readily. “Sure. I’ll go play Candy Crush at the side. Let me know when you’re done.”
Then, the girl took out her phone and went to sit on a bench in the corner.
After ensuring Cherise couldn’t hear their conversation, Violet exhaled deeply and looked at Damien. “Mr. Lenoir, my father sent me to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have taken the liberty to ask the medical community to boycott Ian Philips. But I did this because I thought, by doing so, you would be pleased. The woman said with a sincere look.
