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.

his pants, your father might not have thrown you out

outside, right?" Jeanne cut her friend

on,

to help Jeanne with the luggage and it was then she

son? He's

is

Peppa Pig. Snort, snort..." Monica even mimicked a pig's

stared at her blankly as he took his glasses

awkward quickly and

son was an introvert and it seemed

she saw the look on George. She felt

with

godmother."

mother and

"Godmother."

to eat and the best place to stay. Even the best girls will be

she held

if he

Jeanne sighed.

had an IQ of 200,

car drove off from the

seat and George quietly sat in the rear seat

airport was a little far from the

the freeway, Monica asked, "Your

seriously ill and he wants to meet

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

hummed with a nod. There was a hint of menace

this month. They say an event of

"I heard."

friend. "Do you still... You know... think about

"You're overreacting."

b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should be the bride,

our relationship wasn't

you're right." Monica nodded. "Then, who's the

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