Chapter 171
Morwenna’s relationship with Greta evolved from strangers to close friend.
Greta was really fond of Morwenna.
Pleased, Greta said, “Sweetie, jot down my number Feel free to call me If you’re ever puzzled about anything.”
Morwenna nodded vigorously, clearly impressed by Greta’s wisdom and apparent knowledge about everything.
As they were about to go their separate ways, Greta tumed back with a sudden reminder, “Oh, with that absent–minded look of yours, be wary of Adelaide. She’s a bitch.
“Sure! I’m not scared of Adelaidel”
Greta couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t a matter of fear.
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Thinking it over, Greta added, “If Adelaide gives you any trouble next time, just call me. I’ll have your back.”
Morwenna continued nodding, her admiration for Greta deepening.
The two left the café together, Greta watching as Morwenna pedaled away on her bright yellow bike, waving goodbye. Greta, usually so poised and reserved, waved back with a smile.
The young woman in professional attire behind Greta couldn’t help but ask, “Do you really like Ms. Winslet that much?”
“Yeah, she’s quite the darling.”
“Why didn’t you offer her a ride home instead of letting her cycle away?”
Greta, stepping confidently in her high heels, replied, “Why bother her with such trivialities? Besides, I think the bike suits her just fine.” Suddenly, Greta slipped off her heels and handed them to her assistant.
She then grabbed a bike herself, hitched up her skirt, and hopped on barefoot, pedaling away.
Her posh voice drifted back, “York, I’ll manage on my own today. Don’t worry about me
York watched in disbelief as Greta rode off barefoot.
At that moment, Morwenna’s image in York’s mind soared exponentially,
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Anyone who could inspire their boss to ride a bike barefoot in a dress was no ordinary person. Morwenna cycled leisurely, her mind at ease after figuring out how to handle her situation with Stuart. She suddenly stopped, pulled out her phone, and dialed Stuart’s number, eager to meet him.
But the call went straight to voicemail.
Morwenna then called the Hetfield Group reception, now opting to seek information first rather than search aimlessly.
The receptionist answered in a calm and friendly voice, “Ms. Winslet, Mr. Hetfield headed home at six today.”
“Thank you.” She hung up and dialed Oswald.
Oswald answered, “Ms. Morwenna, Stuart hasn’t returned yet. Do you need me to contact him at the office for you?”
“No, thank you, Oswald”
She had just called the office, Stuart wasn’t there.
Morwenna then reached out to Fletcher and even Barclay, but no one knew Stuart’s whereabouts.
Feeling uneasy. Morwenna realized that Stuart, who usually kept busy or rested at home, seemed unusually unreachable today, neither at the office, Hetfield’s Homestead, Windcharm Villas, nor with his friends.
To top it off, his phone was off.
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