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."

"Exactly, in terms of looks, background, depth-she doesn't compare. Are these people voting blind?"

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?NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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.

Previously, Samantha hadn't given Stuart a second thought-partly because she was just a student far from his league, and partly because Stuart was known to keep his distance from women, with only Adelaide managing to get somewhat close.

But times had changed. Stuart seemed different lately; Rosefrost Hollow was buzzing with rumors of him being seen with various women. Everyone speculated he might be looking to settle down.

If Morwenna, a student with nothing to her name, could pursue him, why couldn't she, the heiress of the Nelson family?

Perhaps Mr. Hetfield had a soft spot for young, vibrant students like them.

After all, the Nelsons and the Hetfields had always been on good terms.

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

Not for the title of school beauty, but for Stuart's heart.

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

She believed Morwenna understood that much.

Meanwhile, Morwenna was busy as ever.

Today's deliveries were overwhelming, requiring her to make two trips.

She didn't mind the hard work; in fact, she was in high spirits.

Back in her small town,

opportunities to earn money were scarce. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't contribute much to help the Johnsons.

Now, with every delivery run translating to cash, Morwenna, who grew up in a modest family, was naturally in a good mood.

When Samantha and her entourage

arrived, Morwenna was

maneuvering a cart full of packages toward the school entrance, the pile almost obscuring her small frame.

"Excuse me, please make way."

Morwenna nearly missed seeing the group in front of her and quickly grabbed her cart to stop.

Peeking out, she saw several girls in front of her.

Samantha, surrounded by her clique, stepped forward and said, "Morwenna, we finally meet."

Samantha hadn't attended the welcome party earlier, making this her first encounter with Morwenna.

She had heard plenty about

Morwenna but would never lower herself to meet her first. Yet, seeing her now, Samantha was surprised by Morwenna's beauty.

But there she was, dressed in clothes not even Samantha's maids would wear, pushing a dirty cart full of packages.

Samantha stepped back, as if afraid of catching germs from Morwenna.

Morwenna looked at Samantha, puzzled, and asked, "Do we know each other?"

With just one question, Samantha nearly lost her composure.

Morwenna didn't know her?