Stuart hailed a cab to the Hetfield Group headquarters on his own.


    When the security guard saw the taxi pull up, he figured it was just another employee arriving for


    work and didn''t bother to greet them.


    It wasn''t until Stuart stepped out of the cab that the guard did a double-take, rubbing his eyes in


    disbelief.


    Even with his eyes rubbed red, the sight before him remained unchanged - it was Mr. Hetfield


    himself. The guard hurried over, calling out, "Mr. Hetfield."


    Stuart grunted in acknowledgment.


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    The guard was even more surprised.


    Stuart, who usually ignored everyone, had actually responded to him. What was going on? Was


    Stuart in a particrly good mood today?


    The guard couldn''t tell; Stuart''s mood was always hard to read.


    After Stuart went upstairs, the guard rushed to the reception desk to gossip with the twin


    receptionists.


    He teased, "Guess how Mr. Hetfield got here today."


    One of the twins immediately guessed, "A ck Rolls-Royce!"


    "Nope, wrong," the guard waved his finger.


    "A silver Maserati?"


    "Wrong again."


    The guard couldn''t keep them in suspense any longer. "He came by cab!"


    The younger twin'' eyes widened in shock. "How could that be? Mr. Hetfield''s cars, if you go by


    number, go from one to ny-nine. Why would he take a cab to the office? Did he lend his car to


    someone?"


    The guard shook his head. "Who would have that kind of clout to borrow Mr. Hetfield''s car?"


    "Good point. So why take a cab then?"


    The elder twin sighed, "Alright, you two, enough chit-chat. Back to work."


    Their gossip session ended there.


    Stuart was usually busy, diving straight into work upon reaching his office.


    But today was different; he kept ncing at the time.


    He remembered it was about time for Morwenna''s tutoring session to end.


    Just as he was checking the time, his phone rang. He thought it was Morwenna and immediately


    picked up, only to find it was Fletcher.


    Stuart answered emotionlessly, "What is it? Make it quick."


    "Stuart, what''s up? Who ticked you off? You haven''t been out for drinks in ages. How about we hit


    The Cloud Nine tonight?"


    "I''m busy."


    "Come on, Stuart. What could possibly be keeping you so busy? Didn''t you deal with your cousin


    already? Phineas has settled down, so there shouldn''t be anything on your te, right?"


    "Not going. Goodbye."


    "Wait, wait, don''t hang up, Stuart. You wouldn''t happen to be... spending time with yourdy, would


    you?"


    "Yeah."


    There was a moment of silence from Fletcher. He realized Stuart had fallen hard, perhaps even


    more deeply than he had imagined.


    Fletcher''s tone became more serious, "Stuart, there''s something I need to remind you. The whole


    scheme to keep Morwenna around, no matter what, you need to keep that under wraps. If she ever


    finds out, there''s no telling how it''ll end."


    Fletcher was like a fox who had seen it all, understanding women yet keeping his distance.


    Originally, Stuart''s goal was merely to keep Morwenna close, so the scheming didn''t matter.


    But now, with real feelings involved, mentioning the orchestrated ident was off the table.


    Stuart paused, his gaze darkening before he replied, "Understood."


    After hanging up, Fletcher sighed.


    He couldn''t help but picture Morwenna, struggling in the water and then emerging, radiant in the


    sunlight, unbelievably beautiful.


    Fletcher muttered to himself, "Fletcher, you''ve been clever all your life. Don''t dwell on someone you


    shouldn''t."