Chapter 441-450

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 441-Room For Improvement “I don’t believe a single word you say!” Glaring at Mr. Hampson, he exclaimed, “Pick them up and deliver them to the Lenoir Residence!” “Let that old man witness what his grandson and granddaughter are doing to my granddaughter!” Mr. Hampson nodded. “Yes, sir.” Blake and Mr. Hampson supported Damien and Cherise, assisting them into the elevator.

Finally, Mr. Tanner yawned. Looking at Beckham, he stated, “T’ll leave the rest to you. Find me at the Lenoir Residence once you’re finished, and we’ll settle the score with that old man!” “Sure.” Beckham nodded and attentively watched Mr. Tanner depart with Damien and Cherise.

The elevator doors closed.

He turned back to Danielle, giving her a cold stare, and asked, “I heard you didn’t think Cherise was suitable for your family because of your feud with her adoptive father. Did I understand correctly?” Sitting comfortably on the bench, now empty since Aaron had left, he smirked. “Whatever Cherise’s adoptive father did made you believe she wasn’t good enough for your brother.” “Now that you know she’s my daughter.” “Do you think she’s good enough now?” Still kneeling on the ground, Danielle’s voice was hoarse and gruff. She didn’t want to accept defeat.

But she kept her head bowed and conceded, “She is.” “We Lenoirs… are moving up in the world.” Sage was shocked to see Danielle so submissive and hear her hesitant responses.

“Danielle!” Her eyes widened. “Who exactly is he? Why are you so afraid of him?!” “Cherise is just a simple girl from a small farming town. She isn’t a suitable match for Damien!” “She never was and never will be!” 1/3 “Comes from a wealthy background.” “Your uncle is the deputy chief of the Public Security Bureau.” “Your father is a contractor.” “And your mother sells insurance.” He dismissively listed Sage’s family background. “So this is the kind of person Miss Danielle Lenoir thinks is a good match for Damien.” Beckham Tanner was in his forties. Although he sat on a bench in a hospital corridor, he exuded the aura of a king on his throne.

He spoke coldly and indifferently, creating distance and unapproachability.