How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 213

Stuart hailed a cab to the Hetfield Group headquarters on his own.

When the security guard saw the taxi pull up, he figured it was just another employee arriving for work and didn't bother to greet them.

It wasn't until Stuart stepped out of the cab that the guard did a double-take, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Even with his eyes rubbed red, the sight before him remained unchanged - it was Mr. Hetfield himself. The guard hurried over, calling out, "Mr. Hetfield."

Stuart grunted in acknowledgment.

The guard was even more surprised.

Stuart, who usually ignored everyone, had actually responded to him. What was going on? Was Stuart in a particularly good mood today?

The guard couldn't tell; Stuart's mood was always hard to read.

After Stuart went upstairs, the guard rushed to the reception desk to gossip with the twin receptionists.

He teased, "Guess how Mr. Hetfield got here today."

One of the twins immediately guessed, "A black Rolls-Royce!"

"Nope, wrong," the guard waved his finger.

"A silver Maserati?"

"Wrong again."

The guard couldn't keep them in suspense any longer. "He came by cab!"

The younger twin' eyes widened in shock. "How could that be? Mr. Hetfield's cars, if you go by number, go from one to ninety-nine. Why would he take a cab to the office? Did he lend his car to someone?"

The guard shook his head. "Who would have that kind of clout to borrow Mr. Hetfield's car?"

"Good point. So why take a cab then?"

The elder twin sighed, "Alright, you two, enough chit-chat. Back to work."

Their gossip session ended there.