My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 147 - 141: A Special Orientation

At the gate to the residential complex, Leigh Miles barred Jensen Guthrie from entering, claiming it was for safety.

He could only wait helplessly outside until Leigh Miles reappeared, pushing a small cart with a stern look on her face.

"Are you this wary of me because you’re afraid I’ll tell someone about the hospital?"

Leigh Miles’s heart skipped a beat, but she feigned composure. "What hospital?"

Jensen Guthrie smiled as he recalled the first time he’d seen Aurora Sinclair at the hospital. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. After all, her condition back then was certainly... unusual..."

"You..." Leigh Miles was panicking. She bit her lip and glared at him, feeling utterly helpless.

Seeing that she was annoyed, Jensen Guthrie stopped teasing her. "Don’t be nervous. I told you, I won’t say anything! You can trust me. Arthur Lockwood and I are childhood friends. Any friend of his is a friend of mine."

"You really won’t tell anyone?"

"I won’t. I swear," Jensen Guthrie said seriously, holding up three fingers.

Leigh Miles thought for a moment, glanced around, and said in a low voice, "My senior was just sick. She wasn’t... a monster..."

"I know." A trace of sympathy appeared in Jensen Guthrie’s eyes.

Years ago, he had accompanied his father, Zane Guthrie, to the outskirts of Kenton to meet with Master Flora Guthrie. While his father went to the appointment, he had nothing better to do and wandered around the area.

He happened to see a nurse come out of a small hospital to pour out some watercolor paint, and his curiosity piqued, he followed her inside. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

In a small courtyard, he saw someone in a wheelchair working on a traditional ink wash painting on an upright easel.

This was incredibly difficult, as ink wash painting demands precise control over the amount of water mixed with the ink. Too much water, and the ink would drip down the canvas, ruining the entire piece.

But her technique was exquisite, her ink-to-water ratio perfect. Before he knew it, he was completely captivated.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard and blew the artist’s hat to the ground. He hurried to pick it up. When he looked up again, he saw a profile of breathtaking beauty: skin as white as snow, completely colorless, and hair of pure silver. She looked just like a snow spirit.

She seemed to glance at him, but her gaze held no warmth, as cold and distant as her appearance. He froze, rooted to the spot, and only snapped out of it when the nurse came over to shoo him away. It was then he realized he had just encountered a very peculiar girl.

He never told anyone about the incident, but the image of the girl who resembled a snow spirit remained etched in his mind.

Jensen Guthrie noticed the guilt on Leigh Miles’s face and asked, "Did she have albinism back then?"

But Leigh Miles shook her head, looking pained as she replied, "Please, just keep this a secret."

’Not albinism? Then what...?’

***

Meanwhile, at The Martial Affairs Bureau, Alvin Morgan stumbled upon a case file from two years ago. The incident had occurred in Sunstone Town.

He suddenly recalled something a villager in Sunstone had told him and immediately ordered Beta Morgan, "Beta, find all the investigation materials on the Sunstone Town kidnapping case from two years ago."

"Yes, sir!"

Alvin Morgan continued to scroll through the case file on his computer, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

A significant portion of the content seemed to have been deliberately obscured, and the lead investigator on the case had been none other than his cousin, Kevin Whitlock.

A short while later, Beta Morgan returned empty-handed. He said with a hint of helplessness, "Sir, the Sunstone Town case is classified as S-level. Only the director can authorize access to the files."

Upon hearing this, Alvin Morgan took out his phone and called Kevin Whitlock. The phone rang seven or eight times before the call connected.

A hearty, familiar voice came through the phone. "Cousin! What a surprise. What made you call?"

Alvin Morgan got straight to the point: "Where are you?"

"Kenton! Isn’t this the job you sent my way?"

Alvin Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you handle the Sunstone Town case from two years ago?"

"Hang on, let me think... Two years ago... Sunstone Town... Yeah, that was my case. What about it?"

"Tell me about the case in detail."

"It was so long ago, who can remember?"

But Alvin Morgan, looking at the case summary he had, asked coolly, "Why did all the kidnappers end up going insane?"

"Well... uhm... It involves the one from Sunstone... There are some details I can’t talk about..."

"Because the kidnappers took a child from the family of that person from Sunstone?"

"Let’s talk about this in person," Kevin Whitlock said cautiously. "Some of the details are highly sensitive. The director ordered everyone involved in the investigation to keep it confidential." He then made an excuse and hung up.

An agent standing nearby saw him hang up and immediately reported, "Captain Whitlock, Monroe’s team has a new discovery..."

"Alright, let me just have a couple more puffs..." Kevin Whitlock took another drag from the cigarette between his fingers, trying to suppress the deep-seated terror in his eyes.

’That white-haired girl back then... she was absolutely terrifying.’

***

Elsewhere, Aurora Sinclair arrived at the museum right on time for the archaeology department’s orientation.

Her arrival made all the boys’ eyes light up.

They never expected to find such a beautiful girl in such an obscure major. It was like they’d hit the jackpot.

"Hey beautiful, got a boyfriend?" someone couldn’t resist asking.

Aurora Sinclair glanced at him and shook her head.

At that, all the boys got excited, including the upperclassmen present.

Hannah let out a theatrical sigh and hurried over. "This is our department’s belle," she announced, feigning a stern tone. "You all have to protect her."

The boys eagerly agreed. "Don’t worry, senior! Anyone who dares to bully our department belle will have to answer to all of us!"

"That’s right! It’s everyone’s duty to protect the belle! During the orientation, the belle gets the center spot."

Because Aurora Sinclair had arrived right on the dot, she hadn’t heard Hannah’s earlier announcement about the orientation’s activities.

Every year, the archaeology department’s orientation served as a test of courage. Students would eventually follow their professors into tombs for fieldwork, where the timid were prone to accidents, so this trial was mandatory for all freshmen.

Its purpose was twofold: to steel their nerves, and to weed out any students who were simply too faint of heart.

Next, Hannah and Zachary Warren gave everyone a flashlight and had them line up to enter the museum.

The museum had three floors above ground and two below. The two basement levels were said to have originally been an ancient tomb—the tomb of a general from long ago.

Usually, for their practical lessons, first-year students would be brought down to the basement levels by their professors for lectures.

The three floors above ground were much more conventional, just like a regular museum, with glass display cases holding various artifacts alongside descriptive plaques.

Acting as the guide, Hannah began to introduce the museum’s layout to everyone, starting from the first floor and going all the way up to the third.

Gradually, the sun began to set, and the last of its light faded from the sky. But Hannah didn’t turn on the lights. Instead, she flicked on her flashlight, led them to an elevator, and said with a grin, "Alright, freshmen, time for your adventure to begin!"

At this point, one of the more timid boys asked nervously, "S-Senior... I thought we only went to the basement for... for our practical lessons?"

"Who... told... you... that?" Hannah held the flashlight under her chin, deliberately drawing out her words, making the boy yelp and jump back in fright.

"AHH—"

Aurora Sinclair took a slip of yellow paper from her pocket and handed it to the boy.

Alvin Morgan had taken all her previous peace charms; this one she had found just a few days ago in her master’s cabinet when she was back in Sunstone.

As if he’d just been handed a lifeline, the boy gripped the slip of yellow paper tightly and thanked her profusely.

One of the other boys, Danny Archer, clapped him on the back and said with a mocking look, "Seth Sterling, what’s there to be scared of? There are so many of us here! Look how calm our department belle is. As a grown man, are you seriously going to hide behind her?"

Seth Sterling tried to muster up some courage. "I... I’m just... a little afraid of the dark..."

"What’s to fear with a flashlight? Come on, let’s go down together!" With that, Danny Archer grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the elevator. The other boys saw this and were about to follow, but Hannah stopped them.

"Hold on, the elevator can only take five people at a time. That means we’re splitting into groups from here. Who else wants to be in their group?"

Aurora Sinclair was the first to push her way into the elevator...