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 friend off by

Come on, let's

the luggage and it

son? He's so

This is George." Jeanne

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

her blankly as he took his glasses off. His eyelashes

got awkward quickly and Monica's

mentioned that her son was an introvert and it seemed

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

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

godmother." Monica ruffled

at his mother and his mother

"Godmother."

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

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

mother with furrowed brows as if

Jeanne sighed.

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

off from the

was in the passenger seat and George quietly sat in

was a little

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

seriously ill and he wants to meet one

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

was a hint of menace behind her

going to marry Eden this month. They say an event of great joy can be

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

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

relationship, then our relationship wasn't that strong in the first

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