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

her friend off by switching the topic

on,

luggage and it was then she noticed a boy

this your son? He's

is George."

George. Look at me, I'm Peppa Pig. Snort, snort..." Monica

her blankly as he took his glasses off. His eyelashes

got awkward quickly and

son was an introvert

She felt like the boy was

moment, George spoke with his meek voice, "Hi, Peppa

just call me godmother." Monica

looked at his mother and his mother

"Godmother."

best food to eat and the best place

luggage, she held George's

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

Jeanne sighed.

an IQ of

off from

Jeanne was in the passenger seat and George quietly sat

little far from the city

drove onto the freeway, Monica asked,

and he wants to meet one

under your stepmom's control now. Jenifer, was

a hint

an event of great joy

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

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

relationship wasn't

"Then, who's the father of