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.

be nice!” Kat groaned. "A pretty girl like me is asking. Shouldn't a man like you...

you special privileges? The

and grabbed Frank by the arm, tugging as hard as she could. "Just help me

Frank asked, sitting up

stop me from going out this late, but that won't be the case if you side with me. And I promise this will be the last

sighed—the kid was

he growled. "You said it yourself.

last!" Kat nodded

they stepped outside, they found Nash standing in the middle of the hallway even before they could come up with an excuse to