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 out back

outside, right?" Jeanne cut her friend off by switching the

Come on, let's

help Jeanne with the luggage and it was

this your son? He's so

is George." Jeanne

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

took his glasses off. His

awkward quickly and Monica's snorting

that her son was an introvert and it seemed

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

George spoke with his meek voice, "Hi, Peppa

call me godmother." Monica

his mother and his

"Godmother."

boy. You're in for a treat, my dear godson! You'll get the best food to eat and the best place

held

mother with furrowed brows as if he was trying to ask if the woman was

Jeanne sighed.

years old, George had an IQ of

off from

the passenger seat and George quietly sat

was a little far

freeway, Monica asked, "Your grandfather told

seriously ill and he wants to meet one

control now. Jenifer, was

with a nod. There was a hint of menace behind her

an event of great

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

Jasmine, you're the one who should be the bride, not

she's able to ruin our relationship, then our relationship wasn't that

"Then, who's