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.

your father might not

is outside, right?" Jeanne cut her

Come on,

Jeanne with the luggage and it was then she

son?

is George." Jeanne

Look at me, I'm Peppa Pig. Snort, snort..."

took his

got awkward quickly

an introvert and it seemed like she was not

the look on George. She felt like the boy was looking

the next moment, George spoke with his

me godmother." Monica ruffled the boy's

at his mother and his

"Godmother."

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

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

if he was

Jeanne sighed.

being six years old, George had an IQ of 200, so everyone,

off from the

in the passenger seat and George

a little

car drove onto the freeway, Monica asked, "Your grandfather told

he wants to meet

the family is under your stepmom's control now. Jenifer, was it? You better be prepared

a hint of menace behind her subtly squinted

say an event of great joy

"I heard."

friend. "Do

"You're overreacting."

You guys were lovebirds then! If it wasn't for that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should be the bride, not

relationship wasn't that strong in

Monica nodded. "Then, who's the father of your