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Chapter 92 Earn Your Own Keep
Cherise and Lucy walked ahead while Bernard led the rest of the men behind them.
The gazes of other students on the way made Cherise uncomfortable.
She flattened her lips as she held Lucy’s hand. I can’t return the money and the company to Cressa’s
dad within a month…”
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“So I must still be the nominal president of Shaw Group for the next month.”
Lucy doubled over from laughter. “I never imagined that I would one day be the friend of a president
whose total assets are worth five hundred million!”
Cherise rolled her eyes at Lucy.
Randall’s lengthened Lincoln, which he had picked Cherise up with the last time, was parked at the
school entrance.
Bernard opened the car door, and Cherise didn’t argue with him. She pulled Lucy and entered the
vehicle.
Lucy glanced out the window. “Where are we going now?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCherise massaged the bridge of her nose. Her head hurt slightly. “According to my husband…”
“I’m going to inspect the office as the president and have fun.”
Lucy was startled. After that, she pulled Cherise’s arm with a smile. “I’ll come with you!”
Cherise nodded. “I want you to come with me.”
She couldn’t cope alone.
Therefore, Cherise spent the afternoon amid greetings from Shaw Group employees.
At every department, she heard groups of people cry deafeningly, “Hello, Ms. Shaw!”
Cherise felt she was about to go deaf at the end of the afternoon.
But Lucy was in high spirits.
She kept taking selfies and posting them on Twitter. ‘How does it feel to have a best friend. who’s a
president? Like this!”
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Cherise leaned back weakly in a genuine leather chair as she watched Lucy having fun. “Bernard paid
Twitter off today. Tweet less about me. Otherwise, you might get
blacklisted.”
After that, Lucy stared at her cell phone in astonishment. “My account is gone!”
Cherise was dumbfounded.
Should I commend Bernard for working so efficiently?
She finally returned to Lenoir Manor as the sun set.
As she exited the lengthened Lincoln, Cherise only had one thought in her heart. I want to sleep!
The girl took a few giddy steps when her cell phone rang.
She answered it without glancing at the screen. “Hello?”
“Cherry.”
Eriana’s greedy voice rang on the phone. “Your cousin was bored, so he was reading the news in the
hospital room today. He said he saw you on the news?”
The middle-aged woman’s voice harbored malicious intent. It made Cherise perk up instantly.
She pursed her lips, and her voice was icy. “He must have been mistaken.”
“Heh. He wasn’t.”
On the other end, Eriana laughed coldly. “How different it is when you’re the mistress of a rich man.
You acquired a company worth five hundred million so easily.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You’re a president now. Since the company is Shaw Group, tell me, shouldn’t you give me some
shares?”
“Remember that you wouldn’t have survived until now without the Shaw family.”
Cherise silently gripped her cell phone.
It wasn’t true that those from the countryside were simple.
Although Eriana was just a farmer, she knew to ask Cherise for shares rather than at this time.
money
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Cherise took a deep breath and pursed her lips. “Aunt Eriana, I was never anybody’s mistress. The
money and shares aren’t mine. I’m just temporarily safekeeping them for
someone.”
“If you need money, please earn your own keep!”
After that, she hung up.
But Eriana still called her relentlessly.
She was annoyed by the noise, so she turned off her cell phone.
The girl was tired after the long day. She composed herself and opened the villa’s doors.
“I’m back, Mr. Hampson!”
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