Chapter 322


    Chapter 322 The Tanner Family


    “Promise me, you won’t ever meet Damien’s sister,” Mandy implored, her eyes brimming with


    desperation. “We have no conflicts, but just because I was of some use to her, she cast me into hell.”


    “And you…” Mandy’s voice trailed off, but Cherise could discern the unspoken words. It was highly


    Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    likely that Maeve, Damien’s sister, strongly disapproved of her and Damien’s rtionship. Jacob had


    jokingly suggested that approaching Maeve and offering divorce from Damien as a bargaining chip


    might lead to her agreeing to destroy the control terminal. Cherise had no doubts about the possibility,


    but she couldn’t take that path. She had made solemn vows during her marriage to Damien in front of


    Old Mr. Lenoir, promising that she would never pursue a divorce. Even in Old Mr. Lenoir’s absence,


    she was determined not to part ways with Damien easily. Regardless of his sister’s opinion of her, her


    decision would remain resolute.


    Thus, only one course of action remained: seeking out the members of the Tanner Family.


    Upon her return to the vi, Cherise found Damien sitting on the couch, engrossed in hisptop


    screen.


    She approached him. “Honey, what are you looking at?”


    He lifted her gently and settled her onto hisp. “Jacob should have told you. The chip responsible for


    controlling brainwaves is manufactured by the Tanner Family in Europe.”


    Cherise nodded inprehension. “Have they responded?”


    Damien nodded and directed her attention to the invitation on theptop screen. “They’ve invited me for


    the birthday celebration of Beckham Tanner, the head of the Tanner Family.”


    Cherise appeared surprised. “Are you closely acquainted with them?”


    Damien shook his head. “Not particrly. But my Europeanpany has engaged in some business


    dealings with the Tanners. They’re likely aware that I’m the driving force behind these enterprises.”


    He cradled her face and bestowed a tender kiss upon her lips. “Should I bring you with me?”


    Cherise appeared taken aback and hastily shook her head. “I better not… I’ve never attended formal


    events and am unfamiliar with upper-ss etiquette. What if… I embarrass you?”


    Moreover, foreign locales were utterly foreign to her.


    “As my wife, you must learn how to navigate such asions.” He held her, soothing her gently.


    “What if someone slips something in my drink, and I’m spirited away by another woman? And you


    weren’t there to protect me?” His voice, resonant and maic, held a hint of a smile. Cherise pursed


    her lips and yfully mimicked his cheek-pinching gesture by applying it to his


    face. “1 can’t read minds. How could I possibly tell which drink is poisoned and which isn’t?”


    Damien chuckled and nted a tender kiss on her cheek. “But you did promise to protect me.”


    “It’s my first time visiting that country, and it’s for your sister, Mandy. Don’t you think you should


    apany me?” Damien suggested.


    Cherise pouted but ultimately agreed. She understood that Damien simply wanted to take her out for a


    change of scenery and rxation. Nheless, she genuinely needed a break to clear her mind.


    “How is she doing now?” Upon receiving her assent, Damien tenderly kissed her on the cheek and


    inquired.


    “She’s not in good shape.” Cherise pursed her lips and proceeded to describe Mandy’s condition to


    him. “Seeing her like that… it truly pains me.”


    2/2