This time, Morwenna managed to secure a seat inside, waiting patiently for Stuart. Unbeknownst to


    her, in this harsh reality of society, without the hairpin adorning her head, she wouldn’t even be


    allowed to sit here.


    She thought the hairpin was just a simple, everyday gift, far less valuable than the casual ne


    Keira had once gifted as a token of goodwill. Little did she know, the hairpin held more value than


    the ne which Keira, possessing many such nes, could easily hand out.


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    Morwenna had been waiting for a while when the receptionist kindly offered her a ss of juice,


    which tasted refreshingly delightful.


    Suddenly the lobby fell eerily silent.


    Lifting her head, Morwenna’s eyes sparkled as she saw Stuart had arrived. She noticed that


    whenever Stuart appeared, the room would always hush.


    Clutching the lunchbox, Morwenna stood up and cheerfully called out, “Stuart!”


    Her voice, loud in the quiet hall, echoed like a thunderp, drawing the attention of everyone


    present.


    Save for Adide, who else would dare to do such a thing?


    Was another woman trying to win Mr. Hetfield’s favor?


    Were they about to witness Mr. Hetfield’s notorious cold rejection of yet another woman?


    Morwenna didn’t hesitate and started jogging toward Stuart. A bodyguard quickly stepped forward


    to block her path.


    With innocent, wide eyes, Morwenna looked up at Stuart. Her best white dress, slightly worn and


    loose at the neckline, slipped down her shoulder as she ran, revealing a tiny hint of her chest.


    The onlookers gasped, struck by her pure, unintentional allure.


    Stuart frowned andmanded, “Let her through.”


    The bodyguard stepped aside, and Morwenna hurried over to Stuart, looking up at him with a bright


    smile. “Stuart, I brought you dinner.”


    Noticing her disheveled dress, Stuart roughly adjusted her neckline, then led her towards the private


    elevator.


    His assistant called from behind, “Mr. Hetfield, what about your dinner meeting at seven?”


    “Reschedule it for tomorrow.”


    Stuart escorted Morwenna into the elevator, watching as the doors closed behind them.


    The lobby burst into murmurs of excitement.


    The younger receptionist was wide-eyed. “Sister, Mr. Hetfield took that woman upstairs!”


    “Quiet down, I saw it.”


    “Sis! Mr. Hetfield adjusted her dress, he even held her hand. He never even touched Adide like


    that. Good thing we let her wait here, sis, you’re a genius!”


    The twin sister rolled her eyes. “I told you she looked familiar. Remember the viral news about Mr.


    Hetfield’s car ident? The girl tugging at his sleeve in that video, it was her. I’ve told you, we need


    sharp eyes at the front desk, don’t just bury your head in those cheesy billionaire romances.”


    “I’ll listen to you from now on! Got it. Next time shees, I’ll take her straight to the top floor!”


    Everyone in the lobby was stunned by the scene.


    Exiting the elevator, Morwenna curiously surveyed Stuart''s work environment. The floor seemed


    unusually quiet and spacious.


    After Morwenna followed Stuart into his office, he tossed a jacket over her head. Morwenna’s head


    bobbed under the weight before popping out from the garment.


    Stuart scowled, “What were you thinking, dressing like this?”


    Holding up the lunchbox, Morwenna beamed, her eyes sparkling like stars, “I came to bring you


    dinner.”