Chapter 9


    Wanda froze. All June said was that Damien kicked her out due to Cherise. She did not exin why. It


    turned out she had humiliated Cherise! Wanda pursed her lips. She would never have brought up this


    matter if she knew the reason. Raymond smiled diplomatically. “Damien is a man of dignity.


    Furthermore, Cherise is the daughter-inw of the Lenoir family. How can we allow a servant to


    humiliate her?” Wanda had no retort. All she could do was snort indignantly and stay silent. At the


    same time, Old Mr. Lenoir switched the conversation topic and chatted with Cherise. Suddenly,


    Raymond’s phone rang. His face turned pale when he saw the number on the screen. “I have to take


    this call. You all go on without me.” Damien’s tone was a little cold. “Sure, Uncle Raymond.” Tristan


    walked in flippantly shortly after Raymond left. He nced at the people in the living room and plopped


    himself in a seat opposite Cherise, winking at her. Old Mr. Lenoir was annoyed with Tristan’s flirtatious


    attitude and scolded, “She’s your sister-inw!” “I know.” Tristan blinked suggestively. “I bumped into


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    them at the gates. Cherise and I had a ‘deep’ conversation just now.” He emphasized the word ‘deep,’


    prompting Cherise to furrow her brow. She turned away and noticed the servants were preparing dinner


    in the kitchen. “I’ll help out in the kitchen.” She stood up immediately to leave. She was determined to


    get away from Tristan. However, she only took a few steps before a rough, firm hand grabbed her arm.


    “Grandpa has many servants in this house. You don’t have to do anything.” “That’s right.” Wanda


    many servants. You have better sit still and behave like ady.” Cherise’s face turned pale. She had no


    choice but to return to her seat. As soon as she sat down, loud noises sounded outside the house. The


    butler rushed in. “Old Mr. Lenoir…” He nced at Tristan, who was nonchntly helping himself to the


    fruit tter. Old Mr. Lenoir’s expression darkened. “Speak!” The butler said nervously, “Old… Mr.


    Belcourt and Ms. Belcourt are outside, demanding justice… They imed Mr. Tristan vited Ms.


    Belcourt’s dignity…” Old Mr. Lenoir red at Tristan. “What did you do?” Tristan continued eating fruits


    without care. “They’re making a fuss over nothing.” “I was a little drunk at the nightclub that night and


    identally pinched Violet’s bum. What’s wrong with that?” The living room fell into pin-drop silence.


    Suddenly, Old Mr. Lenoir threw an ashtray at Tristan. “You d*mn br*t! How could you say it’s nothing?”


    Tristan dodged the ashtray. Although it did not hit him, cigarette soot scattered over his body. His face


    and suit were covered in gray soot. “Grandpa, you’re worked up over nothing.” Tristan pursed his lips


    and continued, “It’s not my fault! That woman went to the nightclub in such a short dress that her


    underwear was almost visible. She was clearly seducing me. How could she now make a fuss when all


    I did was pinch her?” Old Mr. Lenoir was so angry that he threw a cushion at Tristan. “Tristan.” Damien,


    who had been silent all this while, finally spoke. “You’re a grown man. Since the Belcourt family came


    here to make demands, shouldn’t you go out to deal with them? How can you expect Grandpa to clean


    up your mess?” Tristan rolled his eyes. “Won’t the Belcourt family members beat me up if I go out


    now?” Damien replied indifferently, “I never knew you were this irresponsible, Tristan. If I’m not


    mistaken, Grandpa appointed you as the president of a subsidiarypany, right?” “If you have to rely


    on Grandpa for such a minor matter, the shareholders will think you’re untrustworthy. Then, your status


    as president will be under threat.” Damien’s words drove Tristan into a corner, giving him no chance of


    escape. Wanda stood up, pulling Tristan with her. “It’s only a minor matter. Tristan is more than able to


    deal with it. You didn’t have to mock him like that!” Cherise furrowed her brow as she watched Wanda


    dragging Tristan out of the house. Tristan doesn’t think he is wrong at all… Are you sure sending him


    out won’t worsen the matter? She turned to Damien and saw him sipping tea leisurely. Old Mr. Lenoir


    appeared tense. He called the butler over and whispered something to him. After the butler left, he


    turned to Damien and sneered. “The Belcourt family has always been unreasonable, and Tristan feels


    no remorse over what he did. An intelligent man like you couldn’t have not realized the consequences


    of sending Tristan to deal with the Belcourt family.” After Old Mr. Lenoir had spoken, the dispute outside


    the house grew louder. Cherise heard Tristan scolding Violet loudly. Things have indeed


    worsened. “You two should leave through the back gate. I’ll pretend you didn’te here tonight!” Old


    Mr. Lenoir stood up furiously and red at Damien. “I won’t hold it against you this time because of


    your age and ill health. However, I won’t tolerate something like this again!” Old Mr. Lenoir pushed up


    his sleeves and left. However, Damien remained seated in his wheelchair. He smirked, making him


    appear cold and arrogant. Cherise consulted a servant about the directions to the back gate before


    pushing Damien out of the house. The dispute outside had be even more intense. Damien


    remained silent as they left the house. Initially, Cherise thought the back gate would be easy to find.


    Unfortunately, the paths at the back of Lenoir Residence wereplicated and winding. Furthermore,


    all kinds of flowers of various colors decorated the path. Soon, Cherise realized she hadpletely


    lost her way. “I think we’re lost.” Cherise looked at the stone path in despair, thinking that she had been


    returning to the same path a dozen times. Then, she sighed in frustration. “I should have asked a


    servant to lead the way.” “The servants will never do such a thing for you.” Cherise pursed her lips.


    “Why not? This is Grandpa’s house. You’re his grandson!” Damien sneered. “It seems you don’t know


    much about your husband. I’m famous all over Adania for being cursed. My parents died when I was


    nine.” “When I was thirteen, my yfulness caused a severe fire that killed my beloved sister and two


    servants who cared for me. The fire also blinded me and crippled one of my legs.” “The Lenoir family


    treated me as a pariah due to the misfortunes surrounding me. No one dares to approach me.” “Due to


    this, I was sent out to live alone. I’ve been living in that vi for thirteen years.” Cherise opened her


    mouth in shock. Does this mean he has been living in that vi, our marital home, by himself for


    thirteen years? Damien spoke coldly, but there was a hint of loneliness. “For the past thirteen years, I


    was only allowed to visit Lenoir Residence for a meal on special asions.” “Furthermore, you and I


    only got toe here tonight because we married yesterday.” Then, he smiled and continued, “The


    servants in the residence will not bother to respect an outcast like me.”