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.

you really got into his pants, your father might not have thrown

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

on, let's

it was then

your son?

is George."

I'm Peppa Pig. Snort, snort..." Monica even mimicked

as he took his

awkward quickly

an introvert and

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

George spoke with his meek voice, "Hi,

call me godmother." Monica ruffled the

his mother and his

"Godmother."

food to eat and the

she held George's hand

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

Jeanne sighed.

IQ of 200, so everyone, to him,

drove off from the

the passenger seat and George quietly sat in the

airport was a little far from the city

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

wants to meet one last

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

a hint of menace behind her subtly squinted

an event of great joy can be auspicious and hasten

"I heard."

at her friend. "Do you

"You're overreacting."

that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should

wasn't that strong in the

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