The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Kait turned stiffly toward Frank, as if his joint had rusted.

He never imagined that the brat would know Kurt. To make things worse, Kurt was respectful –even deferring to him!

Who the hell was h he?

“It’s my sister’s birthday,” Frank said quietly just then. “I came to celebrate with her, but that bastard over there demanded her to be his hostess.”

“What?!” Kurt was furious–biological connections notwithstanding, if Frank said Winter was her sister, then she was his sister.

Kait must have lost his marbles to have asked her to be his hostess!

bothered to talk to

with me? Telling Mr. Lawrence’s sister to be your hostess?!” Kait was trembling all

Please have mercy…” Kurt turned toward Frank. “What should we do with him?” Frank remained impassive as he said icily, “What’s the point of leaving him alive?” Kurt nodded,

down the hallway. Kait turned pale and cried, “No,

from the other end of the hallway, the students were all gulping, afraid to look

certainly knew what would

room, where you can have some fun and forget about. that mess?” Frank waved him off. “It’s not your fault, and he’s not one of yours. We’re more or less

beside Winter, asking under her breath, “Who’s Mr. Lawrence, honestly? Even some kingpin is bending himself backward around him.” The man may be stingy with that dollar store gift, but with his connections, making bank would be

don’t know…”