How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

In the dead of night, Morwenna crept forward, silent as a shadow.

Her years of navigating rugged terrains had honed her stealth, blending her into the darkness and making her nearly invisible.

It wasn't until she was almost upon him that the man, flicking the last embers from his cigarette, turned his head.

With a swift strike of her steel pipe, the man merely grunted, too stunned to cry for help or see who had hit him, before collapsing to the ground. Morwenna grabbed his collar, gently easing his body down to avoid any noise that might alert others inside the factory.

She then crouched near the metal door, peering through the crack.

What she saw then was a blow to her heart.

There was Stuart, bound and restrained.

The fantasy that perhaps there had been a mistake with his location, or that his phone had merely been lost, evaporated. It was undeniable now.

fresh blood,

seemingly interrogating Stuart. Stuart remained silent, and the man sliced

more akin to a sovereign on his throne

clenched her fists tightly, making no sound as she quickly assessed the situation. Five men were

clear they

hitched her breathing. What

in recklessly against the captors wasn't wise. But she couldn't delay either. The man who'd gone to relieve himself would soon return, making her odds even worse. Moreover, from her observations, they

her decision

harming Stuart. She

notified Fletcher, but either party

down on her resolve, Morwenna moved away from the door, heading towards

exposed, she'd confront them

she could rescue Stuart, she would try. If not, she would face capture alongside him and wait for