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.

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

is outside, right?" Jeanne cut her

on,

help Jeanne with the luggage and it was then she noticed

this your son? He's so

This is George."

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

blankly as he took his glasses off. His eyelashes were

quickly and Monica's

was an introvert and it seemed like she was not

had a different thought when she saw the look on George. She felt like the

with his meek voice, "Hi, Peppa

call me godmother." Monica ruffled the boy's

his mother and his mother

"Godmother."

treat, my dear godson! You'll get the best food to eat

she held George's hand and strode forward

with furrowed brows as if he was trying to ask

Jeanne sighed.

had an IQ of 200,

off

in the passenger seat and George quietly

a little far

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

seriously ill and he wants

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

a nod. There was a hint of

say an event of great joy can be auspicious

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

If it wasn't for that b*tch Jasmine,

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

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