Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear

South Hampton continued to thrive and flourish for seven years after Jeanne left.

At the city's airport, Jeanne came out from the arrival gate with a large luggage. There was a six-year-old boy with curly hair beside her.

The boy had black-framed glasses on his fair and cute face and he was holding a storybook in his hand.

She was like a fashion model walking on a runway with that fashionable coat on her. Her wavy hair and fiery red lips elevated her beauty. Wherever she went, heads turned. Increased attention to her style was nothing new to her. She held the boy's hand and walked further.

When she walked past a man, the man froze on the spot and turned around.

The man's attendant turned to where his boss was looking. "Fourth Master, sir, I think she's Jeanne Lawrence."

"She's back?"

"I heard Master Lawrence has fallen ill and she's back to see him for the last time," the attendant said.

"Oh really?" The man, known as Fourth Master, grinned subtly for a moment.

"Is that her... son?" the attendant muttered softly.

Fourth Master glared at his attendant. The attendant reverently looked away and followed his boss away. Meanwhile, Jeanne was walking toward a woman, who seemed to be searching for someone.

"Monica!"

Surprised, Monica turned around to find her best friend, looking great.

"Jeanne! You're finally back! I thought you were going to spend the rest of your life eating pizza and pasta!"

It had been many years since the two met but Monica's quips remained as sharp as ever.

Jeanne switched the topic and asked, "Who are you looking for just now?"

"Edward, Edward Swan. Did you see him? He just walked in your direction."

"I don't know the man," Jeanne said with a lack of interest.

"You don't? But you tried to get into his pants back then!"

It was just a joke when she was young.

pants, your father might

Jeanne cut her friend off

on, let's

help Jeanne with the luggage and it was then she noticed

your son? He's so

This is

George. Look at me, I'm Peppa Pig. Snort, snort..." Monica even mimicked a pig's snort

he took his glasses off. His eyelashes were

awkward quickly and Monica's snorting

that her son was an introvert and

she saw the look on George. She felt like

next moment, George spoke with his meek voice,

me godmother." Monica ruffled the boy's curly

looked at his mother and his mother

"Godmother."

You're in for a treat, my dear godson! You'll get the best food to eat and the best place to stay. Even the

disregarded Jeanne's luggage, she held George's hand

his mother with furrowed brows as if he was trying to ask if the woman

Jeanne sighed.

George had an IQ of 200, so

drove off from

Jeanne was in the passenger seat and George quietly sat in

little far

the car drove onto the freeway, Monica

wants to

heard the family is under your stepmom's control now. Jenifer, was it?

a hint of menace behind her subtly squinted

Jasmine, is going to marry Eden this month. They say an event of great joy can be auspicious and hasten the old

"I heard."

her friend. "Do you still...

"You're overreacting."

If it wasn't for that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who

she's able to ruin our relationship, then our relationship wasn't that

right." Monica nodded. "Then, who's the father