Morwenna was utterly bbergasted.


    How could they be so casual about it?


    And to suggest Stuart choose between her and this other girl?


    Such a propositionpletely rocked Morwenna''s traditional, honest-to-goodness world. For her,


    matters of the heart, be it marriage or intimacy, were to remain between two people alone, pure and


    unsullied.


    The scene unfolding before her was something she couldn''t fathom, let alone ept.


    The usually docile Morwenna, who had allowed Stuart to hold her, began to struggle. With a strong


    push, she freed herself from Stuart''s embrace, turned on her heel without a word, and started to


    walk away.


    Stuart reached out to stop her, but Morwenna deftly sidestepped his attempt.


    Fletcher, hand over his eyes in dismay, hadn''t anticipated things taking such a turn. Normally, a bit


    of teasing was all in good fun.


    But today was different—Morwenna was here today! If she walked out now, Stuart would have their


    heads.


    Rushing to the door, Fletcher blocked her path, his charm oozing as he said with a grin that was all


    teeth, “Hold up, Morwenna, wait a minute. It’s all a big joke, don’t leave just yet. We can exin—


    no, your man can exin.”


    Morwenna''s face flushed with irritation as she snapped, “Dr. Vaughn, step aside!”


    She had always thought highly of Fletcher, who had been nothing but kind and helpful to her. If not


    for that, she might have simply brushed past him.


    This was one of the rare times Morwenna showed her anger.


    Stuart’s face darkened, his usualid-back demeanor reced by a brooding, almost menacing


    look.


    The others in the room, all too familiar with Stuart’s moods, sensed the tide turning. They were a


    sharp bunch, well-acquainted with Stuart’s circle to know when a line had been crossed.


    First off, Fletcher calling Stuart her man was a red g—they''d never heard him say that to another


    woman before.


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    And Stuart, he was on the verge of fury...


    The baby-faced member of their group, the first to grasp the gravity of the situation, joined Fletcher


    at the door. They couldn''t let Morwenna, the girl Stuart had brought, simply walk out—not without


    risking Stuart''s wrath.


    Just then, the girl who had been the centerpiece of this debacle stepped out from behind a gift box,


    clutching flowers, and tried to cate Morwenna, “Look, I mean no harm. There’s absolutely nothing


    between Mr. Hetfield and me. It’s just a one-sided admiration on my part.”


    If Morwenna was a lit fuse before, these words were the spark that set her off. These guys were


    sending this woman to Stuart’s bed and the two of them didn’t even know each other.


    Fletcher dropped his yful demeanor, his eyes narrowing in warning as he addressed the


    ambitious interloper, “Ambition is fine, but there’s a limit to what one can reach. Got it?”


    The woman clutched her flowers tighter, stealing a nce at Stuart. After all, Stuart had saved her


    in front of everyone.


    An heir to the Hetfield fortune, and undeniably handsome—whatever the reason for his actions, she


    saw it as her chance.


    She had been promised a hefty sum to ruffle Morwenna''s feathers—five million.


    In her eyes, Morwenna, seemingly unaware of the ways of the world, stood no chance against her.


    She knew all too well what guys liked.


    Ignoring the warning, she sashayed towards Stuart, her movement deliberate, her high-slit dress


    revealing glimpses of her long, pale legs. She approached, her voice dripping with seduction, “Mr.


    Hetfield.”


    The room fell silent.


    For all her faults, the woman had a voice that could ensnare, sensual enough to perhaps sway


    Stuart.


    With the ball now in Stuart’s court, everyone held their breath, waiting to see how he would untangle


    this mess.