This time, Morwenna managed to secure a seat inside, waiting patiently for Stuart. Unbeknownst to her, in this harsh reality of society, without the hairpin adorning her head, she wouldn't even be allowed to sit here.

She thought the hairpin was just a simple, everyday gift, far less valuable than the casual necklace Keira had once gifted as a token of goodwill. Little did she know, the hairpin held more value than the necklace which Keira, possessing many such necklaces, could easily hand out.

Morwenna had been waiting for a while when the receptionist kindly offered her a glass of juice, which tasted refreshingly delightful.

Suddenly the lobby fell eerily silent.

Lifting her head, Morwenna's eyes sparkled as she saw Stuart had arrived. She noticed that whenever Stuart appeared, the room would always hush.

Clutching the lunchbox, Morwenna stood up and cheerfully called out, "Stuart!"

Her voice, loud in the quiet hall, echoed like a thunderclap, drawing the attention of everyone present.

Save for Adelaide, who else would dare to do such a thing?

woman trying to win Mr. Hetfield's

Hetfield's notorious cold

toward Stuart. A bodyguard quickly stepped forward

wide eyes, Morwenna looked up at Stuart. Her best white dress, slightly worn and loose at the neckline, slipped down her shoulder as she ran, revealing a tiny hint of her chest. The

frowned and commanded, "Let

Morwenna hurried over to Stuart, looking up at him with a

disheveled dress, Stuart roughly adjusted her neckline, then led

assistant called from behind, "Mr. Hetfield, what about your

"Reschedule it for tomorrow."

Morwenna into the elevator, watching as

burst into murmurs of

younger receptionist was wide-eyed. "Sister, Mr. Hetfield took

I saw

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