How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Samantha's little sidekick immediately stepped forward, offering a towel with an obsequious smile, "You're too kind, Ashley. And as for Morwenna, she's just a few words in a sentence. Coming from a small town, it's no wonder her stories feel so authentic. But she doesn't hold a candle to you, Ashley."

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Had Lorna been there, she'd have pointed right at their noses and given them a piece of her mind. How could they even suggest that Morwenna wasn't as attractive?

Morwenna was stunning, the kind of beauty that would make even a ghost pause-naturally radiant, the kind that woke up looking gorgeous, not the fabricated beauty crafted by cosmetic procedures and meticulous makeup.

Samantha wiped her hands with the towel and stood up, saying calmly, "Let's go see this Morwenna. Since she's thrown her hat into the ring, it's worth taking a look."

"Yeah, let's see if she can keep her head up in front of our Ashley."

Samantha smiled.

Morwenna, huh?

She was curious to see for herself.

To catch the eye of Grandpa Norbert and openly vie for Stuart's affection and still be standing tall? She must be worth a glance.

Stuart a second thought-partly because she was just a student far from his league, and partly because Stuart was known to keep his

speculated he might be looking

Mr. Hetfield had a soft spot for

and the Hetfields had always been on

figured Morwenna must be aware of her too, seeing her as a

for the title of school

she had declared that Morwenna had no chance against her, she wasn't talking about a superficial title but about winning

believed Morwenna understood that

was

requiring her to make two

work; in fact, she was in

her small town, opportunities to earn money were scarce. No matter how hard she tried,

to cash, Morwenna, who grew up in a modest family, was naturally in a good

a cart full of packages toward the school entrance, the pile almost obscuring her small frame. "Excuse me, please