How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 475

The tattooed thug grabbed Adelaide and began dragging her toward the bedroom. Panic surged through Adelaide, her anger now tempered by a chilling fear. "Wait, please," she pleaded, her voice rising with desperation. "You need me. I'm the one who can get Morwenna sold. Without me, she's useless to you."

But the inked thug was in no mood for negotiation, his anger palpable. A sneer twisted his lips. "Sell her to Phineas, right? We don't need you for that. Don't overestimate your worth. I've been wanting to see what it's like with one of you spoiled heiresses."

Dragged into the room, Adelaide's screams turned into a tirade of curses, only to be silenced by two hard slaps from the thug.

Meanwhile, Morwenna lay soaked on the floor, her eyelids fluttering but refusing to open. It seemed fate was punishing her misplaced kindness, always given to those who meant her harm.

house, a slightly overweight man was making a painstaking effort to free himself. Standing cautiously, he reached for the razor on the sink, its blade sharp and

in the door, his eyes falling on his precious collection of figurines scattered across the floor. His heart sank-these kidnappers had not only taken over his home but had also desecrated his cherished possessions. Some

Though his phone was out of reach, he remembered another device hidden in the bathroom-a tablet tucked inside

bedroom, oblivious to the fury brewing inside the bathroom. The man logged into his social media account and began posting

went unheard, his limited followers offering no help. Undeterred, he snapped a photo of Morwenna and posted it under a popular

"No way, that's really Lucky! She looks hurt, just lying there. Is she alive?" "This s insane how can this happen in a civilized society?" "Hey, tell us where you are! We'll call the cops and

caught in a foggy haze, teetering