The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Rex Quill?"

Frank frowned-this was his first time hearing that name.

"Why did you have to blab?!"

Eric shot an accusing look at Tim, shaking his head. "Please, Mr. Lawrence. It's just rumors and speculation among the servants. Don't take it too seriously..."

"It doesn't matter. The governor's days are numbered," Tim retorted, determined. "And how long do you think we could live like this, Eric?"

That was enough to shut Eric up, and he once again looked troubled.

"Mr. Lawrence."

most polite scion I've ever met, and you aren't dismissive of us underlings at all. I won't lie to you-Eric and I were war orphans who lost our

can see, the Quills think of us as peasants, a bunch of

the sentence for Tim, shaking his head and sighing as he came clean too. "Sure, whenever the governor returns, we'd be treated like kings. Naturally,

his lip and sighed. "We're reduced to doormen, suffering all kinds of torture and humiliation at the hands of the governor's

then pointed at Tim's hip. "Hell, his hip was injured because one of them pummeled him on purpose during

our

finally shed

when my mother forgot to turn

"What..."

guard by the

mouth, her eyes widened in disbelief.

the other hand, Jean snorted coolly. "Hmph. I knew they were