How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna looked the picture of sweet sincerity.

Everyone around was like, "Really? Now?"

The competition for the title of campus beauty was heating up, and here she was, advertising her shop.

But Morwenna was undeterred, stating matter-of-factly, "My shop opens in three days, you know."

Carolyn's fans were fuming. They'd come all this way to challenge her, and she was busy with her shop, hardly caring about their provocations.

One of Carolyn's cronies, red-faced with anger, pointed at Morwenna and snapped, "Morwenna, just because Carolyn is nice, you think you can walk all over her?"

"I'm not sure when I supposedly walked all over Carolyn," Morwenna replied coolly, her gaze turning icy as she faced the accuser. "I don't know about Carolyn, but I'm not known for my patience. Keep talking to me with that tone and pointing fingers, and I might just have to teach you some manners."

Morwenna wasn't one to be bullied.

These folks weren't Stuart; they had no right to talk to her that way.

The accuser, taken aback, quickly lowered their hand. Rumors had been swirling that even the formidable Sandra had been put in her place by Morwenna a few times. They surely couldn't take her on.

With the hand retracted, the accuser was still visibly upset.

Morwenna locked eyes with them and declared, "I live an honest life, work hard for my money, and hold my head high with dignity. I'd say that makes me a lot more principled than those who schmooze the wealthy for favors."

Her words struck a chord with the ordinary students supporting Morwenna. They felt like giving her a standing ovation.

They agreed wholeheartedly. Earning your keep fair and square was a point of pride.

Carolyn's lackeys turned even sourer, realizing they indeed had been living off Carolyn's generosity. Without those perks, none would willingly play the lackey.

Morwenna, unbothered by their darkening expressions, continued confidently.

"As for the campus beauty title," she

mused, "I'm not sure what criteria

Rosefrost University uses. If it'sCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

about looks, I think I'm a fair

contender. If it's about a

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performance, I've jumped sixty-eight places in the rankings within a month of school. And if it's about character, well, I believe my hardworking and earnest nature speaks for itself compared to those who idle away their time causing trouble."

Applause broke out.

Carolyn's crowd seethed, ready to lash out, only to catch sight of the person clapping. It was Barclay, of the prestigious Clark family, renowned for his audacity, perhaps even more so than Lorna.

Morwenna, too, turned to look at Barclay, slightly taken aback by his hostile aura.

She remembered meeting a much calmer Barclay at the hospital, who was eagerly ensuring Jethro got the surgery he needed from Dr. Vaughn. Back then, Barclay was brash, sure, but not this...dark.

What had changed in just a few days?

Carolyn's cronies couldn't help

themselves, Barclay, aren't you and Carolyn friends? Why support

Morwenna, an outsider? Carolyn oet

won't be pleased, and it could sour things between the Nelsons and the Clarks."

Barclay's laugh was scornful. "Oh, please. Should I call Carolyn over to hear this nonsense? Sure, the Nelsons have their empire, but do you think they're ready to offend both the Lamonts and the Clarks? Who's really at a disadvantage here? Are you blind?"