My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 88 - 83: Grand Prize

The atmosphere in the study was a little strange.

Cassius Morgan held his teacup, secretly sizing up the girl sitting obediently across from him.

Her eyes and brows resembled Thomas Sinclair, while her nose and mouth looked like Noelle Morgan’s.

Alvin Morgan sat on the sofa, glanced at the old man, and asked coolly, "What are you doing here?"

Cassius Morgan stopped staring. His face fell, and he said, quite displeased, "You brat, how long has it been since you last came back to the estate?"

"I’ve been busy." Alvin Morgan took the teacup from Dean Morgan and blew on it lightly.

Hearing this, Cassius Morgan slammed his hand on the table and glared. "Bullshit! You think you’re busier than me?"

His voice was loud and resonant, showing no sign that he was already seventy-three years old.

Flynn Morgan, who was standing nearby, quickly refilled his tea to help him cool down.

Alvin Morgan lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. "Is there anything else? If not, we’re going to eat."

"You... you unfilial grandson!" Cassius Morgan pointed at him, fuming.

But Alvin Morgan was completely unfazed. "Thirty seconds left..." he said flatly.

"You... you..."

"Twenty seconds left..."

"Ouch... my chest!"

"Ten seconds left..."

"Go to the Calligraphy Association’s awards ceremony in my place!"

"Not going—"

Alvin Morgan refused decisively, pulled Aurora Sinclair to her feet, and started walking out of the study.

"You, you, you... You get back here..."

***

Cassius Morgan chased them from the study to the dining room, taking a stance that clearly said, ’I’m not leaving until you agree.’

Alvin Morgan calmly placed a chicken drumstick on Aurora Sinclair’s plate, letting the old man throw a tantrum like a child.

"Alvin Morgan, you’re not respecting your elders! Believe it or not, I’m telling your mother!"

Alvin Morgan felt a headache coming on. He picked up another drumstick and stuffed it into his grandfather’s mouth.

Cassius Morgan took a large bite of the drumstick and mumbled, "Don’t think you can bribe me to avoid the issue."

"Where do you want to go with Grandma this time?" Alvin Morgan cut straight to the point.

Cassius Morgan’s old face fell, looking rather pitiful. "I’m so old, I don’t have many days left. I just want to travel with my wife and see the beautiful sights of our country. Can’t you just grant me this one wish?"

"Your blood pressure isn’t high anymore?"

"It’s not! Here’s my and your grandma’s physical exam report!" Cassius Morgan quickly had Flynn Morgan bring over the medical reports.

Alvin Morgan took them and looked them over. "The blood sugar is a bit high."

"That’s... because I had a piece of candy earlier..." Cassius Morgan replied, looking guilty.

"I’m talking about Grandma’s."

"Oh, I remember now. I gave Grandma a piece of candy."

Alvin Morgan put some food on his plate. "Where do you want to go this time?"

"The seaside... Your grandma wants to go on a yacht..."

Alvin Morgan gave him an amused look, then turned to Aurora Sinclair. "Do you want to go on a yacht?"

Aurora Sinclair blinked, thought for a moment, and asked, "Does it cost money?"

"It’s free—"

Cassius Morgan shot Alvin Morgan a strange look. His hand under the table clenched the tablecloth tightly, as if he were trying to suppress some thought.

"Is it far?"

"A bit. We’d have to take a plane."

Aurora Sinclair shook her head. "I have to cook for Leigh Miles and Tiger."

"You can bring them with you."

Seeing Aurora Sinclair still hesitating, Cassius Morgan jumped in. "Oh, just go! Young lady, the seaside is a lot of fun. Even an old grandpa and grandma like us want to go. You know what they say, opportunity knocks but once."

"I need to ask my grandfather."

"Preston Sinclair, right? I’ll call him in a bit!"

While Aurora Sinclair was still looking confused, Cassius Morgan pulled out his phone, ready to contact Master Sinclair.

Alvin Morgan pressed his hand down on his grandfather’s wrist and looked at him with a half-smile. "Since when did you have his number?"

Cassius Morgan glanced guiltily at Aurora Sinclair and laughed it off, putting his phone back in his pocket. "I misremembered. I don’t have his number..."

Alvin Morgan withdrew his hand and turned to Aurora Sinclair. "Go home and ask your grandfather. If he agrees, let me know."

Aurora Sinclair nodded.

***

Meanwhile, the results of the National Youth Calligraphy and Painting Competition were finally announced.

The Kingsford Calligraphy and Painting Association, which was the first to receive the news, was buzzing with excitement.

Zane Guthrie put down the phone, his face alight with excitement. "Get Stella here, quickly..."

"Teacher, did our junior, Stella, win an award?"

Zane Guthrie nodded repeatedly, the joy in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"What prize did she get?"

"The Grand Prize!"

The two words hung in the air, and after a moment of silence, the entire classroom erupted in thunderous cheers.

The Grand Prize!

This was an incredible honor!

Not only would her membership Level be promoted, but she would also receive online guidance from Master Flora Guthrie. This was the dream of every student in the world of calligraphy and painting!

At the same time, the Sinclair Family also received the news.

Master Sinclair immediately lost his composure and had Butler Sinclair inform the rest of the Sinclairs.

He then personally called Linton Sinclair, telling him and his family of three to come over that evening to discuss holding a banquet.

"Oh, and call Aurora right away. Tell her and the other two to come back tonight as well."

Cassius Morgan had originally planned to go to the seaside with his wife in a few days, but Aurora Sinclair suddenly received a call from Butler Sinclair with the good news, also asking her to bring her two juniors to attend Stella Sinclair’s celebration dinner.

So, Alvin Morgan directly postponed the old couple’s trip until after the awards ceremony.

Cassius Morgan seized the opportunity to ask Aurora Sinclair, "Aurora, do you want to go to the awards ceremony for fun? The banquet there will have all the chicken drumsticks you can eat..."

Aurora Sinclair looked at Cassius Morgan’s intense gaze and finally nodded.

Seeing her agree, Cassius Morgan’s expression instantly turned to one of ecstasy. He had Flynn Morgan bring out a stack of purple invitation cards and stuffed them into Aurora Sinclair’s arms. "Alvin Morgan, remember to attend the awards ceremony!"

Alvin Morgan shot him a look, a headache forming, but Cassius Morgan said righteously, "Stella Sinclair is one of the winners. The Sinclairs will definitely want to be there to see it, right?"

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement.

Cassius Morgan was extremely satisfied. ’As long as this girl goes,’ he thought, ’I refuse to believe my brat of a grandson won’t.’

***

That evening, the four Sinclair siblings arrived one by one at the Sinclair Estate.

This was the first time they had sat together in relative peace since the shareholders’ meeting.

Master Sinclair glanced at those present and asked, "Linton, where are Stella and Hailey?"

Linton Sinclair replied with some embarrassment, "They’re still on their way. As soon as my father-in-law got the news, he sent someone to pick Stella up and take her to the Gordon Family’s home. They’re heading over here now."

Master Sinclair nodded, then turned to Butler Sinclair. "How far are Aurora and the others?"

Butler Sinclair glanced at the message from Beta Morgan on his phone and replied, "They should be here in twenty minutes, if traffic is good."

"Alright, then let’s talk first..."

The Gordon Family’s car and the car driven by Beta Morgan arrived at the gate of the Sinclair Estate at almost the same time.

Hailey Gordon watched the three people get out of the ordinary sedan in front of them and snorted. "The poor are always poor. Stella, let’s wait a moment before we go in!"

A smile tugged at the corner of Stella Sinclair’s lips.

Ten minutes later, Stella Sinclair and Hailey Gordon finally walked into the Sinclair Villa.

Master Sinclair cheerfully beckoned Stella Sinclair over to talk, and for once, he didn’t give Hailey Gordon a cold look.

Leigh Miles looked curiously at Stella Sinclair and whispered to Aurora Sinclair, "Is that your sister, Senior?"

Aurora Sinclair nodded.

Jean Quincy, who was next to them, added, "The woman next to her is Renee Gordon’s paternal aunt."

The moment Leigh Miles heard the name Renee Gordon, the curiosity in his eyes faded. He even muttered, "Four whites in the eyes means hard to get along with, high cheekbones means prone to jealousy..."

Hearing this, Jean Quincy glanced at Hailey Gordon and asked with amusement, "You know how to read faces?"

"My master knows how. I used to hear him muttering about it..."

Zeke Quincy gave him a thumbs-up.

On the other side of the room, Master Sinclair was asking them about the celebration dinner.

Hailey Gordon said bluntly, "Dad, my father’s side hasn’t held a banquet in a long time, and he wants to use Stella’s achievement as an occasion to throw a big one. There’s no need for us to prepare anything here. We can all just go over there. It’ll be a good chance for our two families to get together and strengthen our ties."

Master Sinclair’s heart sank, but he didn’t show his feelings.

The room suddenly grew quiet, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Janet Sinclair replied on behalf of the old master, "In any case, it was a Sinclair girl who won the award. It wouldn’t be right for the Sinclair Family not to host a banquet. We’ll be the ones hosting. Sister-in-law, you just need to inform the Gordons to come and join us!"