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.

his pants, your father might

car is outside, right?" Jeanne cut her

on, let's

to help Jeanne with the luggage and it

son? He's

is

me, I'm Peppa Pig. Snort, snort..."

he took his glasses

got awkward quickly and Monica's

an introvert and it

on George. She felt like the boy was looking

next moment, George spoke with his meek voice,

can just call me godmother." Monica ruffled the

mother and his

"Godmother."

to eat and the best place to

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

furrowed brows as if he was trying to ask if the woman was an

Jeanne sighed.

George had an IQ of 200, so

drove off

was driving. Jeanne was in the passenger seat and

was a little far from

the freeway, Monica asked, "Your grandfather told you

ill and he wants to

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

was a

b*tch, Jasmine, is going to marry Eden this month. They say an

"I heard."

cautious glance at her friend. "Do you still... You

"You're overreacting."

for that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should be the bride, not her!" Monica said with gnashing

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

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