How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 475

The tattooed thug grabbed Adelaide and began dragging her toward the bedroom. Panic surged through Adelaide, her anger now tempered by a chilling fear. "Wait, please," she pleaded, her voice rising with desperation. "You need me. I'm the one who can get Morwenna sold. Without me, she's useless to you."

But the inked thug was in no mood for negotiation, his anger palpable. A sneer twisted his lips. "Sell her to Phineas, right? We don’t need you for that. Don’t overestimate your worth. I've been wanting to see what it’s like with one of you spoiled heiresses."

Dragged into the room, Adelaide's screams turned into a tirade of curses, only to be silenced by two hard slaps from the thug.

Meanwhile, Morwenna lay soaked on the floor, her eyelids fluttering but refusing to open. It seemed fate was punishing her misplaced kindness, always given to those who meant her harm.

In the bathroom of the same house, a slightly overweight man was making a painstaking effort to free himself. Standing cautiously, he reached for the razor on the sink, its blade sharp and ready. Sweat poured down his face as he worked to cut through the ropes binding him.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to free himself. He peered through a crack in the door, his eyes falling on his precious collection of figurines scattered across the floor. His heart sank—these kidnappers had not only taken over his home but had also desecrated his cherished possessions. Some were rare, irreplaceable, and handcrafted—his treasures.

Fueled by an intense anger, the man knew he had to act. Though his phone was out of reach, he remembered another device hidden in the bathroom—a tablet tucked inside a fluffy, cute cover, perfect for watching shows while soaking in the bath. The kidnappers, dismissing him as a harmless shut-in, hadn’t noticed it.