How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 456

Orson was there, so it was certain Morwenna was too.

Back in the Hetfield family days, Orson would follow Morwenna around like a lost puppy.

"Great job, folks! Your bonuses for this month will be doubled. Assign a few more people to guard that villa. Once I wrap up my current tasks, I'll head over myself!"

In Claude's villa...

Orson, having finished roughing someone up, was feeling a bit bored.

He was the restless sort, and when left with nothing to do, he would roam around Claude's villa, making himself at home.

"You must be Claude. My family’s Ms. Winslet mentioned a clever kid she tutored, and that’s you, right?"

"Claude, you're like a statue, not saying a word. Ms. Winslet always said young boys should be full of life."

"Aren’t you bored? Want me to teach you how to use a slingshot? Ms. Winslet gave it to me, you know."

Every other sentence out of Orson's mouth was about Ms. Winslet.

In the past, Orson’s catchphrase was "my uncle says..." because he believed his uncle was wise.

Now, it had shifted to "Ms. Winslet says..." Not because she was more insightful than his uncle, but because she gave him a slingshot, malt candy, and always included him in her fun.

Claude initially didn’t want to engage, but hearing it was a gift from Ms. Winslet piqued his interest, and he got up to join Orson in the yard.

Orson was shooting with his slingshot, hitting targets with impressive accuracy, landing seven or eight out of ten shots.

"See? I’m quite the marksman! Ms. Winslet taught me herself," Orson bragged.