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."

and I were war orphans who lost our father to the war. "The governor

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

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

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

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

forced into silence because they took our families hostage, forcing them to work menial jobs in

finally shed tears

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

"What..."

caught off guard by the

hand over her mouth, her eyes

hand, Jean snorted coolly.