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 thrown you out back

cut her

Come on, let's

luggage and it was then she noticed a boy beside her

your son?

This is

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

at her blankly as he took his glasses off.

got awkward quickly and Monica's

was an introvert and it seemed like she was

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

the next moment, George spoke with his meek

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

at his mother and his

"Godmother."

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

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

furrowed brows as if he

Jeanne sighed.

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

car drove off from

driving. Jeanne was in the passenger seat and George quietly sat in

little far

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

seriously ill and he wants to meet one last

your stepmom's control now. Jenifer, was

nod. There was a hint of menace behind her subtly squinted

an event of great joy can be auspicious and hasten the old man's

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should be the bride, not her!" Monica

relationship wasn't that strong

nodded. "Then, who's