How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

At that moment, Claude, with his striking silver hair and pale eyes, lounged in a chair, looking as flawless as a porcelain doll.

His agent, a bit on edge, announced, "Everything's arranged."

Claude's light gray eyes met the agent's, his smile sweet, "Thank you," he said appreciatively.

A shiver ran down the agent's spine, unexplained.

Claude had descended upon the company like a comet just a few days ago, immediately placed under this top agent's care by direct order from Norbert himself.

At first, the agent had thought him an angelic youth.

In these times, uniqueness was celebrated. Claude's silver hair and pale eyes didn't deter his appeal; if anything, they became his trademark. His devilishly handsome looks paired with a youthful voice, and his first two singles had already amassed a huge following.

Before the agent could revel in this success, he witnessed Claude playing with a knife on his arm, tracing patterns with a disturbing kind of madness.

The agent was terrified.

next instant, Claude was bandaging his arm, wrapping the wound meticulously, smiling

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was Norbert's choice, an

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a sweet dream that ensured her sleep was

disturbing anyone. After all, her shop's grand opening wasn't until nine, and there was plenty of time. But as she got out of bed, Dahlia's

Morwenna whispered,

gestured outside, "I need to talk to

Dahlia followed Morwenna out of

days had passed without the right moment. Determined, she had set her alarm for 5:30, waking

stepped outside, and Morwenna's stomach grumbled.

well discuss business on an empty stomach. Pushing aside her impatience, she suggested,