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.

smirked. "If you really got into his pants, your father might not have thrown you

cut her friend off

on, let's

and it was then she

your son? He's

is

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

at her blankly as he took

quickly and

introvert and it

a different thought when she saw the look on George. She felt like the boy was looking

the next moment, George spoke with his meek

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

at his mother and

"Godmother."

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

luggage, she held George's hand and

if he was trying to ask

Jeanne sighed.

being six years old, George had an IQ of 200, so everyone, to

drove off from the

in the passenger seat and George quietly sat in the

airport was a little

onto the freeway, Monica

he wants to meet one

Jenifer, was it? You better be prepared when you meet

Jeanne hummed with a nod. There was a

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."

then! If it wasn't for that b*tch Jasmine, you're the

relationship wasn't that strong in the first place." Jeanne

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