Chapter 135: Chapter 135

The two receptionists at Hetfield Enterprises, who looked like they were twins, were momentarily baffled by the visitor's inquiry.

At first, they thought she was looking for a certain member of the Hetfield family.

After all, this was Hetfield Group, and the surname Hetfield wasn’t uncommon here.

“Sis, who’s Stuart Hetfield?” one of the receptionists whispered to the other.

“He’s our CEO...”

“Wow...”

Norbert had been the executive chairman for years. Following a fierce family power struggle, Norbert had appointed Stuart as the CEO, essentially the heir apparent.

With Norbert away, Stuart was in effect the top leader of the company. Hence, people seldom used his first name casually.

It was understandable that they didn’t recognize the name at first.

Morwenna looked curiously at the seemingly identical receptionists—one bubbly and possibly younger, the other more composed, likely the elder.

The younger receptionist frowned slightly, “Are you looking for Mr. Hetfield?”

Morwenna nodded, “Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Hetfield.”

She knew Stuart was a company executive but was unaware of his exact position. She had heard others refer to him as Mr. Hetfield and assumed it must be correct.

Morwenna had dressed up for the occasion, her long ponytail now loose, adorned with a gemstone hair clip gifted by Keira, and wearing a white linen dress that made her look as pristine as a wildflower in the mountains.

Every girl touched by young love wanted to showcase her best to the one she admired, even someone as innocent as Morwenna.

Had she worn her old school uniform, she might have been mistaken for a broke student and promptly turned away.

“Do you have an appointment?” the elder receptionist asked politely.

Morwenna shook her head, “No.”

How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband Chapter 134 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace Chapter 492 “Without an appointment, you can’t go up. You could either register now or set an appointment for another time.”

Morwenna was somewhat bewildered; she hadn’t realized appointments were necessary. Back in Rosefrost Hollow, she saw Stuart almost every day.

How could she have known?

She glanced down at her lunchbox, “But... I don’t have Stuart’s number. Could you please call him for me? Just say Morwenna is here with a lunch delivery. If he says no, I’ll leave right away.”

The twin receptionists hesitated, the younger one ready to dismiss her outright, seeing her as just another infatuated girl trying the cliché of bringing lunch without even having Mr. Hetfield’s contact.

Morwenna looked disheartened. It’s just a lunch delivery. Why is it so hard?

“Can I wait in the lounge area then?” Morwenna asked, her voice tinged with hope.

The younger sister was about to refuse, but the elder pulled her aside and smiled politely at Morwenna, “Of course, you can wait there. Would you like some tea or juice?”

“No, thank you,” Morwenna declined politely and made her way to the lounge with her lunchbox.

As Morwenna walked away, the younger sister protested quietly, “Sis, why did you stop me? We see this kind of thing all the time. Why let her wait?”

The elder tapped her sister’s forehead lightly, “You little fool, did you see the hair clip she’s wearing? That’s a designer’s limited edition worth a fortune. Someone wearing such an expensive accessory isn’t just some poor student. Letting her wait here doesn’t cost us anything. I’ve told you, we need to learn to read the room as receptionists.”

Oblivious to their hushed chatter, Morwenna made herself comfy in the lounge, way more chilled than her last try, which didn't even get her through the front door.