How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Brian hurried down the stairs, strategically following behind a resident who was also heading out, making it seem as if they were
leaving together. This resident was a stranger, and no one would suspect that one of them was Brian.
However, Brian hadn't anticipated that someone would be keeping a watchful eye from below. While others might not recognize
him, Adelaide, who had been observing closely, identified Brian the moment he stepped
out.
Having spent years by Stuart's side, Adelaide was familiar with this group of people. Like Stuart, they were all devoid of empathy.
Back when she was in Stuart's circle, they all called her Adelaide and treated her warmly. But after Stuart abandoned her, they
severed ties as if they'd never known her, showing a heartless indifference. Even Barclay, who used to hang around her like a
lost puppy, now ignored her completely.
Adelaide never blamed herself; she believed it was these people who were heartless and unjust to her. Recognizing Brian, she

felt a surge of excitement. From her observations, Brian was likely the only one keeping an eye on Morwenna. Now that Brian
had left, perhaps Morwenna was alone upstairs.
Watching Brian disappear into the distance, Adelaide's excitement grew. "Quick, all of you come with me. We're going to grab
her now," she urged her group. Knowing Morwenna was skilled in combat, she'd brought several tough guys along, each
concealing a stun baton under their jackets.
As they entered the neighborhood, a security guard stopped them momentarily. After Adelaide provided the specific apartment
number and the homeowner's name and completed the necessary registration, the guard allowed them entry. She had visited
that apartment before, so she knew the number well.
Adelaide led her group swiftly up the stairs. She and a few others stood on lookout while one of them quickly picked the lock.
"Hurry it up," Adelaide urged in a low voice. "We don't know where Brian went, but we don't want to run into him coming back."
Inside the apartment, Morwenna lay unconscious.
Meanwhile, Brian had hurried to the neighboring complex. It was late, and there weren't many people around. As he searched for
his friend, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure—Greta Irons was striding directly toward him.
Brian felt a twinge of anxiety. Under normal circumstances, he would have greeted Greta warmly. But now, he wanted to pretend
he hadn't seen her and make a swift exit.

Yet Greta had already called out to him, "Brian, you've got some nerve!"
meant,
Brian wasn't sure what
his eyes darting nervously as he
tried to maintain composure.
"What's Greta doing here?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
Greta tilted her chin up. "Cut the crap. Take me to see Morwenna."
Brian forced a sheepish smile. "Greta, you must be joking. I have no clue where Morwenna is."
Greta kicked him lightly, irritated. "Quit pretending. It was you who stirred up all this trouble. How's Morwenna doing? Isn't it risky
to call a doctor with the Hetfield family's watchdogs everywhere?"
It dawned on Brian that Greta knew everything. As he pondered his next move, Greta grabbed his arm and started leading him
away.
"What are you standing there for? Move it. I'm here to help. Have you forgotten I used to be a doctor?" "Wait, Greta, you're here
to help Morwenna?"
"What else did you think? I'm not wandering around at this hour just to kick you," she retorted with a smirk.