The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The girl was chewing gum, her white hair suggesting she was a delinquent.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," she told Frank. "Are you mute?"

"Watch your manners, Kat!" Nash strode out of the kitchen just then, frowning at her.

"It's fine—it's only natural that she asks questions since a stranger has just showed up in her house." Frank smiled faintly. "Hello. I'm Frank Lawrence.”

"Right..."

Kat Yego yawned, shooting Nash an uninterested look and saying coolly, "Honestly, I don't care where you find all these idiots..."

"Watch your mouth, brat!” Nash snapped, glaring at her.” This is Mr. Lawrence. He's an important guest of the Turnbulls!”

Turnbulls?" Kat simply snorted in disdain. "Alright, just leave me out of your mess. I need money now—I'm going out with my friends soon." "This late at night?" Nash frowned. "Your entrance examinations are coming up, and you're a girl. What do you think you'd look

just annoying. Are you giving me money or not?" "That's not the point.” Nash appeared utterly disappointed. "What do you think you look like, going out every night

whenever I ask for money... just shut it if you don't want to give me any! And I'm an adult, so you don't have to

sighing, but he could not do anything about his

sighed. "I'm sorry about that

The young ones can get rebellious.” Frank smiled and shook his

done cooking after

found the food delicious—it was not as good as Carol

of it if you don't mind.” Nash smiled apologetically. "Kat