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.

pants, your father might not have thrown you out

Jeanne cut her friend off by

Come on, let's

and it was then she noticed a boy

your son? He's

This is George." Jeanne

snort..." Monica even mimicked

stared at her blankly as he took his glasses off. His eyelashes

quickly and Monica's snorting

her son was an introvert and it

on George. She felt like the boy

next moment, George spoke with

call me godmother." Monica ruffled the

mother and his

"Godmother."

godson! You'll get the best food to eat

Jeanne's luggage, she held George's hand and

mother with furrowed brows as if

Jeanne sighed.

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

off

was in the passenger seat and George quietly sat in the rear seat

was a little far from the city

freeway, Monica

wants

Jenifer, was it? You

nod. There was a hint of menace behind her subtly

an event of great joy can be auspicious and hasten the old man's

"I heard."

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

"You're overreacting."

You guys were lovebirds then! If it wasn't for that b*tch Jasmine,

to ruin our relationship, then our relationship wasn't

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