Chapter 913 Desire to Help
“If you’re upset, you can hit me,” he said.
“You can also scold me,” he added.
Cherise shook her head in firm denial, “No way!”
Snuggling into his arms, she felt the warmth of his body. “You are so good to me…”
She really didn’t know how to respond to his affection.
Just as she was thinking so, her thoughts suddenly veered back to Sebastian.
Three days later, at Shawberry.
The woman closed her eyes, pacing back and forth. Should I go or not? she thought to herself, still questioning her decision.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Cherise had been working in Damien’s office for four days.
In these four days, she had sorted out fifty shareholders holding a significant amount of shares in the Lenoir Group.
Among these shareholders, excluding those abroad, bedridden, or missing, there were more than twenty left.
Cherise carefully calculated that if Damien could repurchase the shares of these twenty-plus shareholders, he would still be the largest shareholder of the Lenoir Group.
In other words, if Damien could persuade these twenty-plus people to transfer their shares, then Sebastian and his family would just be ordinary shareholders of the Lenoir Group. They would not possess the qualifications to become the chairman; therefore, they would have no way of influencing the development of the Lenoir Group.
But… the difficulty of persuading these twenty-plus people…
“It’s like the difficulty of your college entrance exam back then,” Lennon said.
Heather glared at him in disdain, annoyed by his insensitive remark. “You can memorize the questions for the college entrance examination, but how can you memorize the questions from these people?”
After speaking, she looked at Cherise with concern. “Cherry, don’t be too upset. Your husband is so capable. There must be no problem!”
Cherise’s lips tightened into a firm and thin line. She finished the coffee in front of her in one gulp and then stood up, saying, “I’ll go back first and see if I can help with anything…”
With that, she turned around and left.
Watching Cherise’s back as she was leaving, Heather shared daggers at Lennon. “Look at you!”
If you say that, how can Cherise feel at ease?!”
Lennon shrugged, “I’m just stating the facts.”
Wrinkling her nose, her upper lip pulled up in a grimace. “You’re so brusque; it’s no wonder Lucy doesn’t want you.”
Lennon raised an eyebrow at her.
“Why bring that up?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
Heather pursed her lips and scoffed, “To think I used to think of you as a Greek God!”
When Cherise returned to Damien’s office, he was still in the room, frowning as he made a phone call.
In his hand, he held the contact information she had organized.
He must be calling one by one to inquire, right?
Through the blinds, Cherise watched the man’s furrowed brow and tired face. An ache settled in her heart, seeing the weariness that was bearing down on him.
Damien, her Damien, had always been aloof and cold but still dignified and proud.
But at that moment, he looked exhausted and tired beyond relief.
She lowered her head, and a new text message from Sebastian appeared on her phone. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’
Following the message was a picture of drumsticks.
It really looked like the drumsticks from back then.
There was a slight movement in Cherise’s heart.
Looks like he never forgot the memories from back then.
Perhaps I can really help Damien as Sebastian’s old classmate?
Thinking of this, Cherise took a deep breath and replied to Sebastian, texting, ‘Wait for me’ before turning and leaving.
Sitting in the office, Damien frowned as he listened to Lennon’s words on the phone. His gaze went back to Cherise’s retreating figure. “She looked at me for a while outside the door and then left.”
On the other line, Lennon asked quizzically, “Where did she go?”
