How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Orson listened from a distance, a smirk playing on his lips. It was clear as day that Mrs. Hetfield was the golden girl around here.

This was the Hetfield Estate, after all.

Even Mr. Hetfield's own son-in-law didn't get the privilege to stay at the estate regularly, let alone anyone else.

And now, they were letting Mrs. Hetfield host a reunion party for her classmates.

Morwenna hung up the phone, a wide grin on her face. "Let's go. Grandpa said he's prepared some goodies for us."

"No need to fuss over us, we've brought some snacks along. Just a little something to munch on," Lorna called out loudly.

Morwenna obediently nodded. "Okay, then let's head out."

With friends in tow, Morwenna opted out of biking and led the group to the bus stop instead.

Surprisingly, not even the usually headstrong Lorna objected.

These were kids from wealthy families, accustomed to getting chauffeured around in luxury cars, with some never having set foot on a public bus before.

They followed Morwenna onto the bus, the two-dollar fare paid for by her. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

bus was nearly empty, and they sat quietly

near an old neighborhood. The surroundings had

the way out here in such a rundown

to follow. "Come on, we're not there yet. We'll need to catch a cab from here;

were convinced Morwenna lived even

got into the cab, with Lorna insisting on covering

splurge on a cab, but she

cab, surrounded by an

for Morwenna leading them, they might have worried they

greeted by a modest bungalow, reminiscent of something built

be the

was an old, wooden

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never really asked Morwenna about her

stories of her living in the mountains and assumed she had moved since then, especially given her grandfather's

cheerfully, "Laird, I've brought some classmates home for

warmly. "Miss Morwenna, please come in. The master has instructed me to arrange transportation