My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 199 - 193: She Can’t Be Touched, but What About Those Around Her?
"An arranged marriage?"
Benjamin Morgan exclaimed in surprise, looking nervously at his boss.
’What kind of drama is this now?’
’His boss’s love life is already hard enough.’
First, her master and senior brother were standing in the way. Then, all the young masters from the Great Families were watching him. And now there’s an arranged marriage?
He really felt for his boss.
Aurora Sinclair hesitated before nodding. "It was arranged by our parents."
But as soon as she finished speaking, a loud THUD came from behind the door to the inner room.
Ray Morgan couldn’t bear to look as his wife plopped onto the floor, her whole body trembling as she muffled her laughter behind her hand.
She looked like she was having a seizure.
A trace of astonishment flickered in Alvin Morgan’s eyes. He suddenly recalled the scene he saw on the cafeteria’s security footage and suppressed the strange feeling in his heart. "Why do you want me to help?"
"Leigh Miles said you’d definitely have a way." Aurora Sinclair took out her phone and showed him her chat history with Leigh.
[Aurora: My parents arranged a marriage for me.]
[Leigh: Really? Which family?]
[Aurora: A distant relative on my mom’s side. She came to the school to find me today.]
[Leigh: Pfft... *spits blood*! What kind of relative is that?]
[Aurora: My mom’s great-aunt’s female cousin’s nephew’s third daughter’s son...]
[Leigh: I’m dizzy... What obscure corner of the family tree did they crawl out of? Senior Sister, you don’t think it’s a scam, do you?]
[Leigh: Senior Sister, are you still at school? Go ask Morgan for help! He’ll definitely have a way. (Sweatdrop)]
Alvin Morgan looked at Aurora Sinclair’s trusting expression, coughed lightly twice, and said, "I’ll handle this. She won’t bother you again."
After seeing Aurora Sinclair off, Alvin Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose and said in a low voice, "You can come out now."
To Benjamin Morgan’s astonishment, his boss’s mother emerged, laughing without a shred of decorum.
"Hahaha... That girl is too cute! Son, you have to lock her down, and fast..."
Alvin Morgan gave her a helpless look. "Ray Morgan, take her home. And don’t come to Arcadian University anymore."
After having a good laugh at her son’s expense, Yvonne Whitlock gave an order: "Bring her home for the New Year. If you can’t, then don’t bother coming back yourself."
Arcadian University, women’s dormitory.
Joyce Guthrie swept all the books from her desk onto the floor. She had none of her usual public poise, and her eyes were filled with gloom.
The screen of the phone lying on her desk displayed a system notification: You are no longer friends with Mrs. Morgan.
She’d been blacklisted by Alvin Morgan’s mother?
Why?
Just then, a knock came from the door.
It was accompanied by a voice she despised. "Joyce Guthrie, I heard Aurora Sinclair made a fool of you? Hahaha..."
Joyce Guthrie pressed her lips together, struggling to suppress the fury in her eyes. She stepped over the books on the floor and strode toward the door.
She yanked the door open, nearly causing Eve Lowell, who was leaning against it, to fall.
"What do you want?"
Eve Lowell smirked at her red, rabbit-like eyes and jeered, "Well, well, look at you. Are your eyes red because your dear ’best friend’ finally pissed you off?"
Joyce Guthrie’s face was grim as she tried to slam the door shut, but Eve Lowell blocked it with one hand.
She wasn’t as strong as Eve, so she could only watch as the other girl sauntered smugly into her dorm room.
"My, my, you’ve thrown all your books on the floor. Looks like you’re pretty mad!" Eve Lowell deliberately stepped on the books as she walked to the desk. When she saw the message on the phone screen, she was inwardly gloating.
Joyce Guthrie snatched her phone back and asked fiercely, "Are you happy now?"
"Of course! Seeing you get rejected by Mrs. Morgan makes me want to go set off firecrackers! I never thought I’d see the day, Joyce Guthrie. Hahaha..."
"You..." Joyce Guthrie trembled with rage, wishing she could strangle her.
Although Eve Lowell was relishing the moment, the thought of the forum posts calling Aurora Sinclair a genius of traditional painting made her even more irritated.
"Even though we can’t stand each other, we’re still from the same circle. I can’t stomach being stepped on by some nobody from below. How about we team up and kick Aurora Sinclair out of Kingsford—"
As Eve Lowell spoke, a vicious glint flashed in her eyes.
Joyce Guthrie glanced at her, a scornful smile finally appearing on her lips. "The Morgan Family is protecting her. It won’t be easy to touch her."
"We can’t touch her, but what about the people around her?"
"You..." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"It was your idea, after all..."
***
Aurora Sinclair returned to the Academy of Arts and was only allowed to leave by the old professors after she had completed one-fifth of the painting.
Just as she stepped out of the Academy of Arts, she saw the Morgan family’s car.
After driving her safely home, Alvin Morgan glanced at the time and said coldly, "Benjamin, take the old master’s painting to Gregory Sherman tomorrow."
Benjamin Morgan, who was driving, froze for a moment before immediately agreeing. Inwardly, however, he was complaining.
’His boss would really do anything for Aurora Sinclair.’
The *Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers* in the old master’s possession was a replica, but it was painted by Master Flora Guthrie herself. It had been sent to the old master as a thank you for the Morgan family’s efforts in protecting Aurora.
He could already imagine the old master storming the Morgan Residence if he found out.
’When that happens, the boss won’t have a moment’s peace.’
He silently lit a candle for his boss.
Meanwhile, Aurora Sinclair had just entered the house and was met by two pairs of teasing eyes, one big and one small.
"Spill it! Campus Belle Sinclair has been coming home late two nights in a row. What were you up to today?"
Aurora Sinclair changed her shoes and said calmly, "Painting..."
"Painting? What painting?"
"*Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers*."
Hearing this, Melody Sinclair looked her up and down in surprise. "But that’s a national treasure-level scroll that was restored just last year. You know how to paint it?"
Leigh Miles, who was next to her, nodded repeatedly. "My Senior Sister helped our master’s wife restore paintings. She copied it several times last year. She could paint it with her eyes closed."
Melody Sinclair was shocked. She suddenly realized that her son’s two senior sisters were both full of hidden talents.
"Senior Sister, Jean has a few tickets to Darius Lynch’s live reality show. I asked for four. Can we all go together?" As she said this, Leigh glanced at Melody Sinclair, who was standing nearby looking obviously nervous.
Aurora Sinclair glanced at Melody Sinclair and nodded. "Thank you."
Melody Sinclair secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had discovered that in this house, although Aurora Sinclair was quiet and often acted like she was invisible, Leigh and Titus Miles would subconsciously listen to her.
Seeing that Aurora was about to go upstairs, Leigh quickly said, "Senior Sister, one more thing."
"Hm?"
"The fan club is making support items. Jean said we need to pool money to buy a precious handicraft for Darius Lynch. Could you find some time to make one? That way we won’t have to spend any money."
At this, Melody Sinclair burst out laughing. Amused, she asked, "How much does it cost? Aunt Sinclair will pay for you."
"It’s 100 per person! Being a fan is so expensive! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have joined the fan club."
Leigh Miles was currently trying to stretch every penny. Their living expenses and rent were now supplemented by Aunt Sinclair’s salary and food allowance.
Although Aunt Sinclair insisted she didn’t need it, her Senior Sister required that the money be transferred to her account, so their monthly expenses had tripled.
’At this rate, when will we ever pay off our debt!’
Melody Sinclair looked at Leigh’s long face and playfully tapped her on the nose. "You little money-grubber, why do you love money so much?"
"We owe the Verdant School tens of millions!"
"You owe... you owe how much?" It was the first time Melody Sinclair had heard of this, and her voice rose in shock.
"When we came down from the mountain this time, Senior Sister brought a promissory note for 30 million."
Melody Sinclair looked at Aurora Sinclair in disbelief. "How did you end up owing so much?"
Leigh once again used Titus Miles as an excuse. Hearing this, Melody Sinclair immediately took out her phone and started making a call to someone. "Check how much money is in my personal account."
But Aurora Sinclair suddenly appeared beside her, took the phone, and hung up the call.
"The secular world must not interfere in the affairs of the Radiant Void Sect."
Melody Sinclair was stunned. "How are you going to pay back so much money? What about your master?"
"Master is also... earning money, I guess!" Leigh said, embarrassed.
Melody Sinclair was suddenly overcome with the urge to take the three kids and have them quit the Radiant Void Sect.
Seeing the grim look on her face, Leigh quickly took out her little ledger and started calculating their income for Melody. She ended by reassuring her, "So, once Senior Sister wins the international championship for *Battle Glory* two years in a row, we’ll be able to pay off the debt."
Aurora Sinclair even nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Melody Sinclair asked with a dark expression, "And what’s the deadline for paying it back?"
"Huh? I don’t think they said?"
Meanwhile, far away on Sunstone, Ronan Warner suddenly rubbed his itchy nose. He turned to Master Aerion, who was sitting in a wooden tub, and said, "The Lowell Family has disowned their legitimate daughter."
"Sounds like them."
"That daughter was the daughter-in-law the Vance Family suddenly divorced."
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Aerion’s eyes snapped open. He stared at him sharply. "What are you trying to say?"
Ronan Warner chuckled with schadenfreude. "The Lowell Family’s legitimate daughter has suddenly disappeared, and now your foolish disciple has a woman with the surname Sinclair by his side."
Then came a loud BANG—
Ronan Warner’s expression changed in an instant. "You wretched old priest, you’ve wasted my medicine again—"
