Behind the school, there was a private parking lot. That space had been bought by the professors


    and advisors for their own use. Typically, students were not allowed there. But if Stuart said you


    could go, then you could go.


    Morwenna didn''t even change out of her evening gown; she just threw on a shawl and made a dash


    for the parking lot. After the performance, many had wanted to catch up with Morwenna but couldn''t


    find her. So, they surrounded Matthew instead. Matthew was trying to fend off Campbell. Thus, the


    two brothers found themselves encircled by enthusiastic students.


    Meanwhile, the principal tried to follow Stuart but stopped abruptly when Stuart turned and said,


    “Don''t follow me.” At that, the principal halted in his tracks. Seeing this, none of the other young


    entrepreneurs dared to follow either. It seemed their trip was in vain, not having exchanged a single


    word.


    The vice principal hurried over, whispering, “Principal, what happened? Did Mr. Hetfield say


    anything?”


    Wiping sweat from his brow, the principal shook his head, “Nothing. It was fine at first, but then he


    seemed more and more dissatisfied. I don''t know what got into him.”


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    The vice principal''s face fell, “How could he be dissatisfied? Mr. Hetfield himself asked to attend the


    wee party. Where did he go?”


    “I don’t know. He seemed like he wanted to take a walk, but what''s there to see at Rosefrost


    University? Does Mr. Hetfield know someone here?”


    “It’s unlikely. A VIP like him, why would he attend a wee party just to meet someone?”


    ...


    On the other side, Morwenna was running towards the private parking lot. From a distance, she


    noticed a guard at the entrance. As she got closer, she realized the guard was none other than


    Orson Brown.


    Surprised, Morwenna eximed, “Orson, what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be


    with Norbert Hetfield?”


    Orson hesitated, then said, “I came out with the young master. Mrs. Hetfield, pleasee in. The


    young master is waiting for you in the car.”


    Morwenna hurried in. Noticing Orson''s troubled look, she frowned, “Orson, did something happen to


    Norbert Hetfield?”


    Orson quickly shook his head, his honest face reassuring, “No, no, Mr. Norbert''s fine. My brother is


    with him, he took his medicine on time, and he’s not drinking. It’s just... I’ve been worried about Mr.


    Norbert’s health. When will you being back?”


    Orson left some things unsaid; his mother had passed away after being ill. In her final days, she


    was weak, eating less and less. Norbert was also eating very little and seemed out of spirits. But his


    elder and second brothers insisted it was nothing to worry about, that it was just because he wasn’t


    drinking. Orson, being naive, believed them. Yet, a part of him remained uneasy, which is why he


    apanied Stuart, hoping to ask Morwenna when she’d return.


    Relieved, Morwenna thought something had happened to Norbert Hetfield. “Our school has a break


    at the end of the month. Normally, I’ll return then, but if anything happens, you must tell me


    immediately. I can take leave.”


    Orson nodded, “Yes, I’ll let you know. You should go see the young master now.”


    With that, she continued on her way. Orson still felt a bit uneasy, knocking his forehead twice with


    his hand. His head hurt, distracting him from his worries.


    Morwenna found parking spot 001 and saw Stuart''s car. She knocked on the door, and as it opened,


    a hand with distinct knuckles pulled her inside. The curtains in the car were drawn, casting the


    interior in a dim and intimate light. Pulled in suddenly, Morwenna found herself in Stuart''s arms.


    Having only managed to swap her high heels for slippers beforeing out, she now sat on


    Stuart''sp, her slippers forgotten.