My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 115 - 109: This Unfilial Daughter

The news report also included a recording that played everything Shirley Guthrie had said, word for word.

Morgan Corp phones came with a built-in call recording feature, and with just a few commands, Alvin Morgan had extracted Shirley Guthrie’s entire conversation.

By the time Reina Guthrie found out, Shirley Guthrie had already been branded online as the "Arrogant Heiress of a Great Family."

[Whoa! This is the most arrogant rich person I’ve ever seen! Is this what textbooks mean by ’abusing power to oppress others’?]

[To ensure the fairness of the college entrance exams, there are long-standing regulations that prohibit anyone from undermining the exam’s integrity by any means. We hope the relevant authorities will launch an investigation! @TheMartialAffairsBureau]

[When did the Arcadian University School of Arts become the Guthrie Family’s private property? @VeridiaUniversity @TheMartialAffairsBureau]

[The Guthrie Family sure is putting on a show of power! Why not just let the government change its name to Guthrie?]

[Even the younger generation from the Morgan and Warner Families wouldn’t dare spout such nonsense. The Guthrie Family really has some nerve!]

The netizens’ ridicule and indignation tore the Guthrie Family to shreds, leaving them worthless in the public eye.

In Veridia, even the scions of the Great Families had to abide by the law. If they committed a crime, the Martial Affairs Bureau would immediately launch an investigation without mercy!

That was why, no matter how many privileges they enjoyed, the children of the Great Families didn’t dare to casually violate Veridia’s laws and regulations.

***

Early in the morning, Reina Guthrie, in her capacity as Family Head, was "invited for tea" by the Martial Affairs Bureau. She was only released after being questioned for three or four hours.

Immediately after, Shirley Guthrie was taken away for interrogation. Since the evidence only showed that the Guthrie Family had made verbal threats without taking any actual action, her only punishment from the Martial Affairs Bureau was to apologize to the Sinclairs in person, a process that had to be broadcast live.

The Guthrie Family became the laughingstock of high society. Reina Guthrie was so furious she wanted to destroy the Sinclair Family on the spot.

But then, the Morgan Group suddenly posted an official announcement on social media: they had reached a strategic partnership with the Sinclair Group.

Ordinary people wouldn’t pay attention to such things, but the Great Families of high society were in an absolute uproar.

The only other companies to have reached such a strategic partnership with the Morgan Group belonged to the allied Warner and Whitlock Families. It was unthinkable that the company of a small, unknown family had now also partnered with the Morgans.

Could the two families be planning a marriage alliance?

The young ladies of the Great Families grew restless.

According to previous rumors, Alvin Morgan had stood up for the Second Miss Sinclair at the Calligraphy Association’s award ceremony and even exposed the Eldest Miss Sinclair for fraud.

’This Second Miss Sinclair must be someone extraordinary!’

They all scrambled to investigate the Second Miss Sinclair. But no matter how much they searched, the only information publicly available was about the Eldest Miss Sinclair, Stella Sinclair. There wasn’t even a single photo of the legendary Second Miss. It was as if someone had deliberately erased all her records.

Finally, someone posted a yellowed photograph online, writing:

[The Second Miss Sinclair is named Aurora Sinclair. She’s been mentally abnormal since she was a child—couldn’t cry, couldn’t laugh. She’s the Sinclair Family’s infamous monster, a jinx on her father, mother, and the entire family. She was abandoned by the Sinclairs for twelve years...]

But this post only remained online for two minutes before it was completely deleted. At the same time, the person who posted it was quickly tracked down and brought before Alvin Morgan.

Alvin Morgan sat in a wooden chair, his hands clasped over his abdomen, calmly observing Sue Quinn, who was kneeling on the floor.

Her head was bowed, and her body trembled uncontrollably with fear. A long scar ran across her face. Although it had healed, it resembled a pink centipede clinging to her skin, a rather frightening sight.

"Did Aurora Sinclair offend you?" Alvin Morgan asked.

Sue Quinn shook her head forcefully, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her pants.

"Then why did you try to harm her?"

Sue Quinn shook her head again, refusing to admit she had framed her.

Alvin Morgan sat up straight. He picked up the teacup from the table, brought it to his lips, and blew on it gently. "Why did you write that content online?"

Sue Quinn’s body stiffened, and she bowed even lower, but she remained silent.

Alvin Morgan took a sip of tea, the smile on his face fading slightly. He placed the cup back on the table and glanced at Beta Morgan.

Beta Morgan immediately pressed a button on the remote in his hand. The white wall behind Sue Quinn lit up, and a familiar female voice echoed from an unseen source: "Post this video online. I want to ruin Aurora Sinclair’s reputation and drive her out of Kingsford! If you succeed, my mistress will give you ten million!"

"I know everything about Aurora Sinclair, but you’ll have to give me 100 million. Of course, to prove you can trust me, I’ll first leak a childhood photo of her and a bit of dirt..."

Hearing that voice, Sue Quinn’s face turned deathly pale. Her body began to tremble again, and she curled into a ball, prostrating herself on the floor.

Beta Morgan turned off the recording and said coldly, "You’d better tell the truth. Otherwise, we’ll hand you over to the Martial Affairs Bureau. You’ve heard of them, right? It’s a place where even High Rank Martial Artists have to behave. Do you think your body can handle it?"

Sue Quinn finally spoke, but only to mutter the same phrase over and over: "She’s a monster... She’s not human... She’s a monster..." It was as if she had gone mad.

Beta Morgan had seen this act many times. He pulled a small vial from his pocket and threatened her, "Master, it seems she’s lost her mind. I’ll just dispose of her, then! It’s a good chance to test this newly mixed poison."

The words died in Sue Quinn’s mouth. Terrified, she scrambled backward. "I’ll talk... I’ll talk..."

Sue Quinn then recounted everything that had happened to Aurora Sinclair from childhood to the present. Finally, she closed her eyes in fear and said with a hint of despair, "I just wanted to drive her back to the mountains. Her return will only bring misfortune to everyone..."

Alvin Morgan’s face was now completely devoid of expression. His gaze fell icily upon the woman on the floor as he said in a cold voice, "Beta Morgan..."

"Yes, Master—"

Beta Morgan quickly pulled out a spray bottle and spritzed it once at Sue Quinn’s nose.

In less than a second, her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.

***

Meanwhile, the Gordons crowded around Renee Gordon, who was staring anxiously at a computer screen.

Lillian Gordon asked, "Little sis, is there really a photo of Aurora Sinclair on your school’s forum or not?"

"Don’t worry, Aurora Sinclair is really famous at school! There was even a ’school beauty’ thread..."

Renee Gordon scrolled through page after page of the Kingsford No. 1 High School forum, trying to find a photo of Aurora Sinclair. The young ladies from the Great Families in high society had come to the Gordon Family, wanting to inquire about her.

Everything the Gordon Family knew about Aurora Sinclair came from what Hailey Gordon had told them back then. Aside from the rumor that she was a jinx to her father, mother, and entire family, they knew very little else.

In order to curry favor with high society, the Gordons were using every method at their disposal to search for information on Aurora Sinclair, not even sparing Kingsford No. 1 High School.

But Renee Gordon had already searched through more than 300 pages and still hadn’t found a single post about Aurora Sinclair. It was as if someone had wiped every trace of her from the forum, clean as a whistle.

"Forget it, let’s just call Sue Quinn! She definitely has a photo of Aurora Sinclair!"

Lillian Gordon was getting impatient. She picked up her phone and dialed Sue Quinn’s number.

But an automated female voice came from the other end: "We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."

"Why is her phone off?" Lillian Gordon’s expression changed.

The Gordon Family Head, Donovan Gordon, glanced at his son, Harold Gordon, and said angrily, "Call Hailey!"

Harold Gordon’s expression stiffened. Because of the incident with Stella Sinclair, they had completely cut ties with his sister, Hailey Gordon, saying all sorts of nasty things. Calling her now would be a total slap in their own faces, wouldn’t it?

He wasn’t very willing to humble himself before his sister.

"Dad, she must hate our guts by now. If we call her, she definitely won’t tell us anything!"

Donovan Gordon’s face hardened. He glared and said, "She’d dare? I’m her father, I raised her! What’s wrong with me scolding her a bit?"

He had been the one to scold Hailey Gordon the most harshly before. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he and Hailey were mortal enemies!

"Exactly! It was her daughter who did that shameless thing and almost dragged the Gordon Family down with her. And it caused our Orchid to be ridiculed! Dad scolds her a little, and she’s going to disown him?"

As Sheryl Warren recalled the shame the Gordon Family had suffered those few days, which led to her being ostracized by the other wives in her social circle, she shot Donovan Gordon an irritated glare.

Harold Gordon had no choice but to dial Hailey Gordon’s number, but an automated voice came from the other end: "We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service..."

Donovan Gordon’s face instantly darkened. He ground his teeth and snarled, "That wretched daughter—"

"Dad, what do we do now? The young ladies of the Lowell and Guthrie Families are still waiting for our news!"

"Go to the Sinclairs’—"