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.

his pants, your father might not have

outside, right?" Jeanne cut her friend off by

on, let's

wanted to help Jeanne with the luggage and it was then she noticed a boy beside

this your son? He's so

This is George." Jeanne

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

he took his glasses

got awkward quickly and

son was an introvert and it

felt like the

moment, George spoke with his

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

mother

"Godmother."

godson! You'll get the best food to

Jeanne's luggage, she held George's hand and strode

to his mother with furrowed brows as if he was

Jeanne sighed.

IQ of 200, so

drove off from

passenger seat and George

little far from the city

Monica asked,

and he wants to

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

a hint of menace behind her subtly

an event of

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

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

able to ruin our relationship, then our relationship wasn't that strong

right." Monica nodded. "Then, who's