The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Kat appeared surprised but soon poked a finger on Frank's cheek, breathing softly, "Master Lawrence?"

Frank kept pretending to sleep.

"You're pretending to be asleep, aren't you?" Kat snapped impatiently as she stood by his bed. Frank still did not move.

"Heh. In that case, this ain't my fault..."

She quietly took off her shoes, dangling it in front of Frank's nose.

Frank's brow wrinkled right then, and he sat up and snapped in annoyance, "That's enough!"

He saw beneath the moonlight that Kat had once again caked her cheeks with makeup and put on that white wig as well.

"You're a girl," Frank growled irritatedly. "Why do you have to keep sneaking into my room like we're actually up to something? What if your father sees us? What would he think of me?!" "Hehe... I knew you were faking it," Kat giggled mischievously, before saying mysteriously, “I have a favor to ask, okay?"

"You've been asking for plenty of favors, don't you think?" Frank snorted, laying back down in bed while waving her off impatiently as if chasing off a housefly.

pretty girl like me is asking.

that grant you special privileges? The way I see it, everyone

by the arm, tugging as hard as she could. "Just help me out one last time! It's the last time, I

is it?" Frank asked, sitting up as

me out of here." Kat winked and smiled, sticking out her tongue. "My dad will definitely stop me from going out this late, but that won't be the case if you side with me. And I promise this will

sighed—the kid was really an

he growled. "You

The last!" Kat

Nash standing in the middle of the hallway even before they could