My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 169 - 163: Can Lockwood Hire You Too?

The VIP invitation lay quietly between the two of them.

Eve Lowell made no move to pick it up, a smile playing on her lips as she watched Aurora.

All eyes swiveled to Aurora Sinclair, many of them filled with the anticipation of watching drama unfold.

’Are they trying to put the campus belle in her place?’

Just then, a figure suddenly bent down, picked up the VIP invitation, and said with a smile, "I happen to need one of these. Thanks."

Jensen Guthrie, holding a book in one arm, picked up the invitation and blew off the imaginary dust.

His gentle smile made the girls around them blush.

A flash of annoyance crossed Eve Lowell’s eyes, clearly displeased with him for meddling. "Guthrie, that invitation is for Aurora Sinclair. Weren’t you given yours a long time ago?"

Jensen Guthrie just smiled, opened the invitation, and glanced at the text inside. Aurora Sinclair’s name wasn’t written on it.

"This seat has a good view. Aurora, I’ll trade you."

This time, however, Aurora Sinclair said bluntly, "No need to trade. It’s yours."

Jensen Guthrie was taken aback. "You’re not going?"

"Yeah, I have to work on Sunday."

Eve Lowell couldn’t believe she would just give away a VIP invitation to The Martial Alliance.

It was like a public rejection of the Lowell Family’s invitation—a slap in her face.

Eve Lowell’s expression instantly darkened. Seeing this, Justine Archer, who was standing beside her, immediately raised her voice. "Aurora Sinclair, what’s the meaning of this? Mr. Lowell invited you out of respect. Don’t be so ungrateful!"

Jensen Guthrie frowned slightly. "She has to work on Sunday. She doesn’t have time to go—"

"Work? Don’t be ridiculous! The esteemed daughter of the Sinclair Family needs to work for money? I think you’re just jealous that Eve’s Martial Value is higher than yours and that her family has a Martial King, so you’re deliberately trying to make her lose face!"

Aurora Sinclair glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to leave.

This attitude instantly angered some of the students who wanted to go but couldn’t get a ticket. "Isn’t she a bit too arrogant?"

"Exactly! So what if she’s the campus belle? So unappreciative..."

"Does she not want to join The Martial Association?"

Eve Lowell said with a wronged expression, "She’s my brother’s classmate and has a high talent for martial arts. My grandfather thinks very highly of her..."

"How high can her talent be? With her level of strength, she’s nothing in front of a Martial King!"

"That’s right, Eve. Don’t be angry. Someone like her isn’t worth it."

But Aurora Sinclair acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing, walking straight into the science building without breaking her stride.

That evening, a smear post about Aurora Sinclair appeared on the Arcadian University forum.

It listed Aurora Sinclair’s four great "sins," one of which was disrespecting a Martial King, but the post didn’t gain much traction before it was completely deleted.

Benjamin Morgan pushed up his glasses, banned a certain IP address, and breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, his master had been cooped up in the lab conducting experiments day and night lately and hadn’t seen Aurora Sinclair for several days.

If not for the fact that he was still ordering meals for Aurora Sinclair every day, he would have thought his master was having a fight with her.

「Early Sunday morning.」

Alvin Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling exhausted as he sat up.

Beta Morgan’s voice came from outside the door. "Sir, are you awake?"

Alvin Morgan coughed twice. His head was a bit dizzy, but he forced his weak body to stand.

He staggered out the door.

"Aurora..."

Aurora Sinclair, dressed in a black uniform, was standing properly downstairs. Hearing her name, she looked up to see Alvin Morgan in his pajamas, leaning on the second-floor railing and looking down at her.

"Morgan... are you sick?"

Alvin Morgan’s cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were full of exhaustion—the clear signs of a fever.

She bounded up the stairs, stood on her toes, and reached out to feel his forehead. "You have a fever," she said seriously. Then she turned and called downstairs, "Leigh..."

"What’s wrong?" came a response from the living room downstairs.

"Morgan has a fever."

Hearing this, Beta Morgan, who was walking over, turned pale and immediately went to find the first-aid kit.

’My master has a weak constitution; he can’t afford to get sick.’

Alvin Morgan was forced back to bed by Aurora Sinclair and Beta Morgan.

They took his temperature, which registered 39.2 degrees.

Beta Morgan looked as if he were facing a major crisis as he began to examine Alvin Morgan’s body.

"Sir, this is a fever caused by a cold. You must rest at home today." Beta Morgan began preparing medicine, getting ready to put Alvin on an IV drip.

"No, today is the opening ceremony."

The Morgan Family could not be absent from the opening ceremony of the free-for-all martial arts competition.

In the end, Beta Morgan gave him a shot to reduce the fever and watched worriedly as he changed his clothes.

Leigh Miles didn’t have any medicine on hand, so she could only give Alvin Morgan two acupuncture needles, but the effect would reportedly only last for three hours.

Many influential figures from the Ancient Martial Arts world attended this opening ceremony. Besides Veridia, there were also people from the Ancient Martial Arts circles of other countries in Arcadia. Their strength was not to be underestimated.

They were seated in the VIP inner field, with seating arranged by country. The seats for Veridia occupied a large area right in the center.

The Lowell and Lockwood Families were in the first row. The Morgan, Whitlock, and Vance Families were in the second row. The Guthrie, Warner, and Quincy Families were in the third row, and so on.

Alvin Morgan, wearing sunglasses, entered the venue directly with Aurora Sinclair and Dean Morgan.

Their arrival immediately made Hugo Lowell’s expression change, because Aurora Sinclair was walking behind Alvin, and she was even wearing the uniform of a Morgan Family guard.

Although she was also wearing sunglasses, her figure was instantly recognizable.

Eve Lowell was practically fuming as she watched the familiar figure, and she blurted out impulsively.

"Aurora Sinclair, what are you doing here? Didn’t you have to go to work?"

Aurora Sinclair glanced at her and said seriously, "This is work. Morgan is my employer."

Her words stunned the major families in the front rows. They hadn’t expected the Morgan Family to hire a young girl as a bodyguard.

Hearing this, Arthur Lockwood joked, "Aurora, can Lockwood hire you too?"

Aurora Sinclair thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No..."

"Why not?"

"Morgan has already paid me for two years."

"Hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Arthur Whitlock, the Head of the Whitlock Family, put on a stern face and said to Alvin Morgan, "Nonsense—"

Alvin Morgan smiled. "Aurora, he’s my maternal uncle."

Aurora Sinclair nodded at him. "Hello, sir."

Arthur Whitlock had naturally heard of Aurora Sinclair’s name and gave her a relatively friendly nod in return.

The Guthries, sitting in the back rows, were very familiar with Aurora Sinclair. Reina Guthrie, in particular, had an ugly expression on his face after hearing Eve Lowell’s shout.

He had always wanted Aurora Sinclair to join the Guthrie Family, but he never expected her to have joined the Morgans instead. At this thought, he immediately looked toward Zane Guthrie and Jensen Guthrie, but both of them seemed quite shocked by Aurora’s appearance.

The members of the Quincy Family, however, had only heard her name and weren’t familiar with her, so they just greeted Alvin Morgan politely.

After they were seated, there were many empty seats in their section because the Morgan Family had brought very few people—only three of them.

Arthur Lockwood promptly ran over from his own spot in the front row and plopped down next to Aurora Sinclair.

"Aurora? Did you forget we have a match to play?"

Aurora Sinclair thought for a moment. "When is the match?"

Arthur Lockwood sighed dramatically and took out his phone to show her the time. The two of them began whispering to each other as if no one else was around, which immediately drew a displeased look from Reina Guthrie in the row behind. He shot Jensen Guthrie a look, signaling for him to go to the front row as well.

But Jensen Guthrie didn’t move. Instead, Eve Lowell, with her grandfather’s encouragement, ran over and sat down next to Arthur Lockwood.

She pretended to be curious and asked, "Lockwood, what are you two doing?"

"Playing a game!"

"Battle for Glory? Lockwood, is your team still alive?"

"..."

’This young lady is as bad at making conversation as ever.’

「Meanwhile.」

In the section for Niphoria, Yves Sherwood was staring grimly in the Morgan Family’s direction, concealing a silver glint that flashed between his fingers.

It was the Morgan Family who had snatched the Young Family Notes from his grasp before, nearly getting him kicked out of his own family.

’This time, I’ll definitely teach him a lesson he won’t forget.’

The woman sitting next to him glanced at Alvin Morgan and smiled. "Yves, this is Veridia..."

"So what? Can’t I issue a proper, open challenge?"

"You might lose, you know!"

The woman looked at the girl beside Alvin Morgan, a trace of nervousness appearing in her eyes.

Aside from special individuals, anyone who could enter the VIP inner field was basically a Martial Artist. Their "Power" would leak out, no matter how much they tried to restrain it. But this girl showed no fluctuations of "Power" at all.

Generally, such a person was either an ordinary Martial Artist who had not yet cultivated "Power," or they were an unfathomably skilled master.

Compared to the former, she was more inclined to believe the latter. A woman’s sixth sense could be very accurate at times.

But Yves Sherwood glanced disdainfully at Dean Morgan and scoffed, "You think I’d be afraid of a Martial Arts Master?"