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. "The governor took in many children like us-children of his lost comrades, allowing us

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

and sighing as he came clean too. "Sure, whenever the governor returns, we'd be treated like kings. Naturally, it's a disguise

sighed. "We're reduced to doormen, suffering all kinds of torture

his hip was injured because one of them pummeled him on

top of that, we're forced into silence because they took our families hostage, forcing them to work

shed tears just

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

"What..."

stunned, caught off guard by the atrocities happening in

had a hand over her mouth, her eyes widened

Jean snorted coolly.