How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 175

The man flung out by Morwenna had his arm twisted and broken, a serious injury to his waist to boot.

Another one received a headbutt so fierce, he might as well have a concussion.

These thugs had kidnapped Stuart, and Morwenna was relentless in her attack, aiming to end the fight swiftly.

Out of five, three were already out of the fight.

The silence hung heavy for a moment in the abandoned warehouse.

Morwenna had never been formally trained in combat. Her fighting skills were honed in the wild, wrestling with beasts in the backwoods.

She fought with a raw ferocity that made it impossible to predict her next move.

Just as she was about to continue her assault, the sinister man with an eyepatch had somehow moved behind Stuart, pressing a switchblade against his throat, his voice cold and threatening, “Stop, or I kill him!”

Morwenna, who had been gaining momentum, froze instantly.

“You’ve got quite the nerve, girl. Now, drop that iron rod.”

Morwenna gripped it tighter, not moving an inch.

The man smirked sinisterly and pressed the blade slightly, causing fresh blood to stream from an old wound on Stuart's neck, soaking his collar.

The rod in Morwenna’s hand clattered to the ground.

Fury burned within her. It was this man who had harmed Stuart before. She stood, tense and ready, like a wild animal, her gaze locked on the menacing figure.

The man with the eyepatch broadened his grin, “That’s more like it. Now, stay put, no funny business, or I slit his throat first.”

He then ordered the only goon still capable of fighting, “Tie her up.”

At that moment, Stuart suddenly spoke, “Morwenna, get out of here. Who said I needed you to come for me? Did you think about if I need rescuing? They wouldn’t dare kill me. This was all a setup, a trap using myself as bait. Look how easily these fools fell for it.”

The guy with the eyepatch stopped grinning and became more threatening as he pushed the blade in harder.. “What are you saying, Stuart? What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said, idiot. I suggest you move that knife away from me. As long as I'm alive, you have a chance to walk away from this. If anything happens to me, none of you will make it out alive.”

Such words might be dismissed as a joke coming from someone else.

But this was Stuart, the infamous schemer. There was probably some truth to his words.

This was his plan all along.

A scheme concocted by the mad genius Stuart, using himself as bait.

The man in the eyepatch roared in a mix of fear and rage, “Even if I can't kill you, I’ll make sure you suffer!”

Stuart remained dismissively cool as he addressed Morwenna, “Did you get that? I don’t need saving. Your presence here only messes up my plan. Leave, now.”

Morwenna was fast and agile; she could escape easily, especially since the thugs would need to keep an eye on Stuart. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

But she didn’t move.

Maybe things were as Stuart said. This was all just a setup, and Stuart wouldn’t die, but he would get hurt and feel pain.

She had never thought of abandoning Stuart. So, as she watched for a chance, with the eyepatch man distracted and enraged by Stuart's revelations, Morwenna was even more vigilant, ready for what might come next.