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!”

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,

really annoyed. "Cut the crap—it's 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 dressed like that? Don't you know that our

And I'm an adult, so you don't have to worry about me!" Kat snapped furiously, slamming the door

sighing,

"I'm sorry about that mess,

alright. The young ones can get

cooking after

good as Carol Zims' cooking, but he could not

Lawrence, but I'll be packing up some of it if you don't mind.” Nash smiled apologetically. "Kat hasn't eaten