Orson listened from a distance, a smirk ying on his lips. It was clear as day that Mrs. Hetfield was the golden girl around here. This was the Hetfield Estate, after all.


    Even Mr. Hetfield''s own son-inw didn''t get the privilege to stay at the estate regrly, let alone anyone else.


    And now, they were letting Mrs. Hetfield host a reunion party for her ssmates.


    Morwenna hung up the phone, a wide grin on her face. "Let''s go. Grandpa said he''s prepared some goodies for us."


    "No need to fuss over us, we''ve brought some snacks along. Just a little something to munch on," Lorna called out loudly.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Morwenna obediently nodded. "Okay, then let''s head out."


    With friends in tow, Morwenna opted out of biking and led the group to the bus stop instead.


    Surprisingly, not even the usually headstrong Lorna objected.


    These were kids from wealthy families, ustomed to getting chauffeured around in luxury cars, with some never having set foot on a public bus before.


    They followed Morwenna onto the bus, the two-dor fare paid for by her.


    The bus was nearly empty, and they sat quietly like well-behaved kids, amusing Morwenna to no end.


    After an hour''s ride, they arrived near an old neighborhood. The surroundings had them thinking this was where Morwenna lived.


    Guess she''s really not that well-off, living all the way out here in such a rundown area.


    Morwenna led the way, signaling for them to follow. "Come on, we''re not there yet. We''ll need to catch a cab from here; there''s no bus service beyond this point."


    Hearing this, they were convinced Morwenna lived even further out. No bus service?


    They silently got into the cab, with Lorna insisting on covering the fare.


    Morwenna usually wouldn''t splurge on a cab, but she couldn''t possibly have her friends bike along with her.


    Twenty minutester, they stepped out of the cab, surrounded by an area so secluded, skyscrapers were nowhere in sight.


    If it weren''t for Morwenna leading them, they might have worried they were being kidnapped.


    They were greeted by a modest bungalow, reminiscent of something built by vigers themselves.


    Could this be the ce?


    The door was an old, wooden one.


    Do they even have inte or gas out here?


    They''d never really asked Morwenna about her family background.


    They had only heard stories of her living in the mountains and assumed she had moved since then, especially given her grandfather''s wless Rosefrost Hollow ent, devoid of any regional dialect.


    A middle-aged man emerged from the bungalow.


    Morwenna greeted him cheerfully, "Laird, I''ve brought some ssmates home for a visit."


    The man smiled warmly. "Miss Morwenna, pleasee in. The master has instructed me to arrange transportation for you. Shall I?"


    Morwenna declined with a shake of her head. "No need, it''s just a short walk from here. Here''s an apple for you, Laird."


    "Always a charmer, you are. Go on, the master''s waiting."


    As Morwenna turned to her stunned


    ds, she asked, "What''s beyond


    asked, "What''s wrond


    Cars aren''t allowed


    point; it''s a short walk.


    Confusion and intrigue set in among them. Master? Miss?


    They followed Morwenna, sensing something was amiss.


    The further they walked, the clearer it becam that this wasn''t just some remote countryside; it was a


    secluded estate of the affliver


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    Upon reaching the estate''s entrance, Morwenna announced, "Here we are."


    Their jaws dropped.


    Lorna''s grip loosened, causing her bag of groceries to hit the ground.


    Dahlia, recognizing the estate, was visibly shocked.


    Keira looked on in admiration, aware that Morwenna was indeed something special, even if she couldn''t pinpoint exactly what.