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 not have thrown

car is outside, right?" Jeanne cut her friend

Come on,

luggage and it was then she noticed a boy

this your son? He's so

is George."

Snort, snort..." Monica even mimicked a pig's snort to tease the

her blankly as he took his glasses

awkward quickly and Monica's

an introvert and it seemed like she was not

on George. She felt like the boy was looking at her like he was looking at an

the next moment, George spoke with

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

at his mother and his mother

"Godmother."

You'll get the best food to eat and the best place

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

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

Jeanne sighed.

old, George had an IQ of 200, so everyone, to

off

was driving. Jeanne was in the passenger seat

airport was a little far

freeway, Monica

seriously ill and he wants to meet one last

your stepmom's control now. Jenifer,

was a hint

this month. They say an event of great

"I heard."

glance at her friend.

"You're overreacting."

were lovebirds then! If it wasn't for that b*tch Jasmine, you're the one who should be

relationship, then our relationship wasn't that

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