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.

really got into his pants, your father might

outside, right?" Jeanne cut her friend off by

on, let's

Jeanne with the luggage and it was then she noticed

son?

This is George." Jeanne

Snort, snort..."

as he took

awkward quickly

son was an introvert and

George. She felt like the boy

with

me godmother." Monica ruffled the boy's curly

mother and his mother

"Godmother."

for a treat, my dear godson! You'll get the best food to eat and the best place to stay. Even the best girls will be

Monica disregarded Jeanne's luggage, she held George's

with furrowed brows as if

Jeanne sighed.

years old, George had an IQ of 200, so everyone, to him, was

drove off from

in the passenger seat and

a little far from the

freeway, Monica asked,

seriously ill and he wants to meet one last

control now. Jenifer, was it? You better

hummed with a nod. There was a hint

say an event of

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should be the bride, not

relationship wasn't that

"Then, who's