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.

Kat groaned. "A pretty girl like

Frank chuckled coolly. "Does that grant you special privileges? The

the arm, tugging as hard as she could. "Just

sitting up as she was really a

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 be the last time

sighed—the kid was

he growled. "You said it yourself. It's the

last!" Kat nodded

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