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.

really got into his pants, your father might not

car is outside, right?" Jeanne cut her

on, let's

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

this your son?

is

snort..."

her blankly as he took his glasses off. His eyelashes were extremely

awkward quickly and Monica's snorting

was an introvert and it

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

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

at his mother and his mother

"Godmother."

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

she held George's hand and

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

Jeanne sighed.

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

drove off from

in the passenger seat and

was a little

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

he wants to

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

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

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

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

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

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

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

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