My Blind Husband

Chapter 864 Strategic Engagement

But… in my recollection, Sebastian was a chubby and cheerful lad!

The svelte and elegant figure standing before me… could this indeed be the Sebastian back then?

“That’s correct, it’s me.”

Perhaps sensing Cherise’s incredulity, Sebastian’s lips curved into a faint smile, and he made the

familiar gesture of tapping his temple with his hand.

It was a trademark of the chubby Sebastian of old.

Cherise was taken aback, her mouth agape for a moment.

He… He has genuinely undergone a remarkable transformation!

Yet…

“Why have you come here?”

“I’ve come to find my sister.”

The man’s smile softened as he turned towards Yolanda. “Sis, cease your return home with me.”

Yolanda rolled her eyes. “Mischief? Me?”

“What mischief have I caused?”

“Did you not witness my act of assistance?”

“Assistance?”

“It appeared more like an outburst of frustration.”

With measured steps, the man approached, extending his slender hand to drag Yolanda to her feet,

then guiding her towards the door.

Upon reaching the threshold, he handed Cherise a business card. “It’s been quite a day. Let’s

reconnect when time allows.”

“And do convey my apologies to your companion. My sister was somewhat unruly. I shall attend to her

promptly!”

With that said, without awaiting Cherise’s response, Sebastian swiftly departed with Yolanda in tow.

Cherise remained rooted in place, clutching the business card bearing Sebastian’s contact details, her

thoughts in disarray.

Could such serendipity genuinely exist in this world?

“Cherise, lend a hand here!”

Sebastian ushered Yolanda away, and Mr. Whitlock’s demeanor promptly shifted.

Turning, Cherise witnessed Mr. Whitlock, who had just harshly reprimanded Heather, now assisting her

with gentleness?

She could scarcely tolerate Mr. Whitlock’s duplicitous facade. Hastening forward, Cherise aided

Heather, smoothing her disheveled attire, and cast a disdainful glance at Mr. Whitlock. “Mr. Whitlock,

you collude with Yolanda, yet now feign concern for Heather?”

“I do genuinely care for Heather!”

Mr. Whitlock feigned innocence. “Yolanda coerced me!”

“She threatened to jeopardize my son’s chances of studying abroad…”

Having voiced his excuse, he turned to Heather with a semblance of kindness. “Heather, I understand

your plight.”

“Therefore, I took the initiative and will compensate you with double the salary this month! What say

you to that?”

Heather lifted her head abruptly. “Thank you, Director!”

With that, fearing Mr. Whitlock might backtrack, Heather rose forcefully, grasped Cherise’s arm, and

headed towards the door. “Cherry, let’s adjourn to the adjacent room and converse…” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Reluctantly, Cherise acquiesced.

She had no desire to waste her breath on the likes of Mr. Whitlock.

“Your classmate is remarkably handsome.”

Propped up on the adjacent bed, Heather rested her chin on her palms, regarding Cherise. “I envy you.

Your husband is handsome, and your former classmate was equally dashing!”

Cherise pursed, “Initially, he wasn’t handsome at all…”

However…

She lowered her gaze to the business card in her hand.

President of the Weiss Group, Sebastian.

Yesterday, Lennon had apprised her of the formidable influence wielded by the Weiss. Group, with the

president, Yolanda’s brother, posing the most significant challenge.

Cherise’s hand trembled ever so slightly as she held the card.

It seemed prudent to engage in a candid dialogue with Sebastian, both publicly and privately.

“Tsk, pretending to be virtuous.”

Yolanda huffed as Sebastian pulled her into the car, casting him a reproachful glance. “Wasn’t it your

idea to involve me in Cherise’s friend’s predicament?”