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.

"If you really got into his pants, your father might not have thrown you

Jeanne cut her friend off by switching the topic

Come on, let's

luggage and it was then she noticed a

son?

This is George." Jeanne

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

blankly as he took his glasses off.

quickly

mentioned that her son was an introvert and it seemed like

had a different thought when she saw the look on George. She felt like the boy was looking at her like he was

next moment, George spoke with his meek voice, "Hi,

can just call me godmother." Monica ruffled the boy's curly

his mother and

"Godmother."

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

she held George's hand

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

Jeanne sighed.

George had an IQ of 200, so everyone, to him, was

car drove off

seat and George quietly sat in the rear

a little

freeway, Monica asked, "Your

ill and he wants to meet one last

under your stepmom's control now. Jenifer,

was a hint of menace behind her subtly

going to marry Eden this month. They say an event of

"I heard."

cautious glance at her friend. "Do you still... You know... think

"You're overreacting."

it wasn't for that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should be the bride, not her!" Monica said with

relationship wasn't that strong in the first place." Jeanne was not

Monica nodded. "Then, who's the