How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 379

At that moment, Claude, with his striking silver hair and pale eyes, lounged in a chair, looking as flawless as a porcelain doll.

His agent, a bit on edge, announced, "Everything's arranged."

Claude's light gray eyes met the agent's, his smile sweet, "Thank you," he said appreciatively.

A shiver ran down the agent's spine, unexplained.

Claude had descended upon the company like a comet just a few days ago, immediately placed under this top agent's care by direct order from Norbert himself.

At first, the agent had thought him an angelic youth.

In these times, uniqueness was celebrated. Claude's silver hair and pale eyes didn't deter his appeal; if anything, they became his trademark. His devilishly handsome looks paired with a youthful voice, and his first two singles had already amassed a huge following.

Before the agent could revel in this success, he witnessed Claude playing with a knife on his arm, tracing patterns with a disturbing kind of madness.

The agent was terrified.

But in the next instant, Claude was bandaging his arm, wrapping the wound meticulously, smiling as if nothing had happened.

The agent was even more frightened.

He wished for a different client, but Claude was Norbert's choice, an assignment he couldn't just discard.

He had no choice but to play it safe.

Morwenna was already asleep, oblivious to the bustling opening day her modest courier shop would have, drawing well-wishers from all walks of life.

In her dreams, Morwenna dreamt of Melvin, a sweet dream that ensured her sleep was deep and peaceful.