How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 182

His phone was off and the kidnappers had him under tight control were also controlled, ensuring no messages could go out.

Anyone on the outside would still believe Stuart was in captivity.

At that moment, Stuart used another phone to contact Norbert.

"Hey, Grandpa, it's me."

Upon hearing Stuart's voice, Norbert let out a relieved sigh.

He couldn't help but curse, "Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea the mess you’ve caused? Get back here now."

"I've got something to tell you, and you need to stay calm, or I’m afraid you might keel over before I finish."

"What in blazes do you have to say, you scoundrel?"

"I was kidnapped. If I were to guess, it was either Phineas or Reuben behind it, probably to snatch the shares you hold."

There was a sudden silence from Norbert, so profound that not a whisper could be heard.

But Stuart knew he was listening and continued, "I've held back from striking at them out of respect for you, and I believe you know that. But now, I’m planning my countermove."

Norbert finally spoke, "Stuart, are you hurt? Are you safe now?"

Stuart briefly softened his tone, "I'm not dead, but next time could be a different story."

Norbert was silent for a long while before asking, "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't do anything. Stay out of it. Of course, you might as well tell Phineas and the others about today’s call."

Despite everything, Stuart still had some affection for Norbert.

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If Norbert informed Phineas about Stuart’s escape, Stuart might be relieved.

That way, he could completely sever ties with the Hetfield family, free from all obligations.

After hanging up, Stuart began his retaliation.

At just one call, some folks at the Hetfield Group jumped into action.

Stuart had controlled the Hetfield Group for five solid years. It was not a group that would change hands easily.

Even if Norbert himself intervened, controlling the Hetfield Group might now be beyond his reach.

Stuart made a series of arrangements, his smile cold and sinister as he murmured, "Phineas, since you can't wait to get your hands on the Hetfield Group, get ready. Just hope it doesn't squash you flat."

In his room, Norbert sat in silence.

The Hetfield family had been going downhill for a while now, stank of decline.

No matter how he tried to prop it up, it seemed only to maintain a facade of splendor.

Family members betrayed and entrapped each other.

How fucking disgusting!

Perhaps, the Hetfield family should never have existed.

Caught between Phineas and Stuart to whom he owed much, whom could he support?

As dawn broke, Norbert opened the door to step out and nearly collided with Orson.

Orson, rubbing his eyes, quickly moved the lounge chair he had been sleeping on away from the door.

Worried something might happen to Norbert, he had dragged a chair to the doorway and slept there.

After moving the chair, Orson paused, noticing how Norbert seemed to have aged overnight.

Unsure of what to do, Orson hurriedly pulled a tin of candies from his pocket and offered a butterscotch to Norbert, "Morwenna said sweets can lift the spirits when you're feeling down."

Norbert took the butterscotch and popped it into his mouth, the heaviness around him seeming to lighten slightly.

Having made up his mind about whom to support, there was no need for hesitation anymore.

If the Hetfield family had to break up, then let it go.