The subordinate’s heart tightened when he saw the message.

Elias Lennox was the nephew of Consultant Lennox, the very person the Family Head was trying to curry favor with. Crippling him would be a death wish, wouldn’t it?

’Has the young master lost his mind again?’

The subordinate immediately called the Family Head for instructions. The man on the other end replied with just two words: "Cripple him."

"But..."

"Compared to Consultant Lennox, that business magnate is the one we should be fawning over."

The subordinate’s expression changed slightly. "Understood!"

Meanwhile, inside The Deep Sea Restaurant, the group was in a small, round hall selecting their dishes.

The menu was all seafood, and Aurora Sinclair and Leigh Miles made a beeline for the large sea crabs they loved.

Joanna Monroe said, half-amused and half-exasperated, "Sea crabs are a ’cooling’ food. Girls should eat them in moderation."

Alvin Morgan’s hand, which was in the middle of picking a crab, paused. As if he had just thought of something, he suddenly frowned, pulled Aurora Sinclair a few steps to the side, and gave two slightly awkward coughs.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Aurora, which days are... inconvenient for you?"

"Hm?" Aurora Sinclair looked at him, confused.

Alvin Morgan looked into her puzzled eyes, the tips of his ears turning a little red. He continued, "You know, the thing girls have every month."

"What happens every month?"

Alvin Morgan stared at her for a moment. Seeing that she genuinely seemed to have no idea what he was talking about, he took out his phone, did a quick search, and showed it to her.

It dawned on Aurora Sinclair. She thought for a moment, then replied, "I don’t have that..."

Alvin Morgan froze, asking in seeming disbelief, "Why?"

Aurora Sinclair replied a bit awkwardly, "I suppressed it."

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed, for a long moment before Alvin Morgan raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

In the Martial World, High Rank Martial Cultivators could control the aging of their internal organs to extend their lifespan, but this also made it very difficult for them to have children.

"Aurora, that’s not good for your body."

Aurora Sinclair gave a slight nod but didn’t take it to heart.

"Senior Sister, what are you two doing? Come on, we’re picking crabs!" Leigh Miles suddenly shouted.

Aurora Sinclair immediately walked over to her.

Alvin Morgan could only sigh, thinking he would have to teach her about these things later.

***

The group’s seafood feast ended up costing Arthur Lockwood over 30,000. When Leigh Miles saw the bill, her heart ached.

"This place is such a rip-off! Next time, we’ll cook it ourselves. My Senior Sister’s cooking is just as good as this, and it definitely wouldn’t cost this much, right, Senior Sister?"

Aurora Sinclair nodded.

Arthur Lockwood laughed. "You ate more than ten sea crabs just now..."

"I... I regret it..." Leigh Miles was grief-stricken, feeling as if countless amounts of money had just flown away from her.

Dean Morgan reached out and patted her head. "Young Master Lockwood earns more money from that restaurant every year than he spends."

Leigh Miles asked, confused, "How does he earn it?"

"The restaurant has to buy seafood, and the boats that transport the seafood belong to the Lockwood Family..."

Leigh Miles’s mental abacus started clacking away. By the end, the way she looked at Arthur Lockwood had changed. "Lockwood, you really are a black-hearted merchant."

Arthur Lockwood: ...

After finishing their meal, the group went for a walk on the restaurant’s private beach to aid their digestion.

The girls switched to photo mode, with Jean Quincy’s personal photographer, Glenn Lockwood, proudly taking up his post.

Standing by were two dedicated background props: Elias Lennox and Seth Sterling.

Watching the vibrant young women ahead, Arthur Lockwood couldn’t help but say wistfully, "I feel like we’re getting really old. We can’t keep up with these girls."

Alvin Morgan shot him a look and said flatly, "Don’t include me in that ’we’."

He then took out his phone and snapped a couple of candid photos of Aurora Sinclair, who was standing by herself, and skillfully set one as his screen saver.

Seeing this, Arthur Lockwood couldn’t help but purse his lips. "Your future wife might not end up being yours, you know."

"Jealous?" Alvin Morgan took another picture.

"Who’s jealous? I’m just not looking for anyone."

Alvin Morgan glanced at him again, then suddenly bent down, picked up a sea crab, and waved to Aurora Sinclair in the distance. "Aurora..."

Aurora Sinclair immediately ran over, carefully took the crab, and ran back.

Her retreating figure had a hint of lightheartedness, as if she had finally, for a moment, forgotten the sadness of Master Aerion’s departure.

Alvin Morgan watched her go, raised his hand to take another photo, and added it to a private collection album with the caption:

If possible, I hope you can always be an innocent and carefree girl.

***

After playing for a while, the group had collected quite a haul. The small bucket given to them by the restaurant owner was filled with seashells.

On top was a small sea crab—the one Alvin Morgan had picked up.

Just as they were about to leave, a small red dot suddenly appeared on Alvin Morgan. Aurora Sinclair’s expression changed in an instant. Her fingers shot toward the small bucket, and a seashell flew out like a stone, knocking a bullet out of the air.

"Get down—"

The few people who knew martial arts were instantly on high alert.

Aurora Sinclair, moreover, unleashed her field of Power, sprinting in one direction at extreme speed.

But just as she was about to reach the spot, she suddenly heard several more gunshots behind her, followed by a woman’s shriek and Dean Morgan’s furious roar, "Young Master—"

Aurora Sinclair’s steps came to a sudden halt, a towering rage surfacing in her eyes.

She abruptly spread her hands, and in the area controlled by her field of Power, the yellow sand billowed up, obscuring everyone’s vision like a sandstorm.

Seeing this, the assassins lying in ambush nearby turned pale with shock.

This immense Power was hundreds of times stronger than their Young Master’s, sweeping over them like a natural disaster.

They knew that the Sunstone Lady beside the Young Master of the Morgan Family was powerful, having reached the Martial King Realm, but they never expected her strength could shake the heavens and earth. Before her, their Young Master was like a speck of dust in the universe—utterly insignificant.

Just then, a voice laced with Power reached their ears clearly, "Since you’ve come, don’t even think about leaving."

"Retreat—"

The lead assassin roared in terror, but the sand dune beneath him was like a pair of great hands, gripping his feet tightly.

Amidst their utter panic, a slender figure walked out of the sandstorm.

With a few sickening cracks of bone, the assassins hidden in the dunes collapsed to the ground like boneless shrimp.

The man on a nearby high ground was now so terrified his legs had turned to jelly. But just as he tried to leave, that voice, like a female Asura’s, sounded by his ear again: "Where do you think you’re going?"

"A ghost—"

The man was so scared he abandoned his sniper rifle and fled for his life. But after running for who knows how long, the female Asura suddenly appeared right in front of him.

"I said, don’t leave."

After dealing with the last man, Aurora Sinclair dragged him by the ankle with one hand and ran back toward the beach.

"Morgan—Leigh—"

"COUGH, COUGH... I’m fine." Alvin Morgan climbed out of the sand, coughing a few times.

"Who got shot?"

One by one, the people on the ground got up, but a single figure remained motionless.

"Lennox—" Leigh Miles screamed, her eyes red. The moment the shots were fired, Elias Lennox had shielded her.

Aurora Sinclair rushed over and pulled him out of the sand.

His face was pale, and there was a bloody hole in his shoulder and another in his abdomen.

"Call an ambulance—"

***

Elias Lennox was rushed to a nearby emergency center.

The long surgery made everyone frantic with worry. Leigh Miles paced back and forth outside, agitated.

Although she had given Elias Lennox a life-sustaining pill before they came, who knew what could happen inside? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Eldest Master-Uncle just left, and now Lennox is in trouble.

How are we supposed to explain this to Eldest Master-Uncle?

"Why did those people attack us?" Faye Hughes, finally seeming to have collected herself, asked suddenly, her body trembling.

Arthur Lockwood, standing beside her, quickly reassured her, "They’ve been sent to the Martial Affairs Bureau. We’ll find out the reason soon."

"They didn’t seem like ordinary criminals. Don’t you think they were targeting someone specific?"

Seth Sterling’s words made Arthur Lockwood’s heart leap into his throat. "I don’t think so..."

But Seth Sterling’s gaze was serious as he scanned the others.

"Everyone fess up. Did one of you rack up a huge debt somewhere?"

Arthur Lockwood froze for a second, then instantly let out a sigh of relief. "Don’t make wild guesses. Let’s wait for the Martial Affairs Bureau’s investigation..."

The words had barely left his mouth when his phone rang. It was Alvin Morgan.

He immediately swiped to answer, and Alvin Morgan’s grave voice came from the other end: "These men are all dead soldiers."

Arthur Lockwood’s expression tightened. He started walking away as he asked in a low voice, "Is it the Trent Family?"