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."

dismissive of us underlings at all. I won't lie to you-Eric and I were war orphans who lost our father to the war.

can see, the Quills think of us as peasants, a bunch of homeless kids begging for

clean too. "Sure, whenever the governor returns, we'd be treated like kings. Naturally, it's

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

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

took our families hostage, forcing them to work

finally shed tears just

one time when my mother forgot to turn off a faucet, and Cara

"What..."

stunned, caught off guard by

over her mouth, her eyes widened

other hand, Jean snorted coolly. "Hmph. I