My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 160 - 154: I’m Not a Womanizer

Alvin Morgan took her to a small, private airfield, a flying club owned by the Lockwood family.

The place was full of aviation enthusiasts. A few of them recognized Alvin Morgan and came over to say hello.

"Hey, White, is this your girlfriend?" The speaker was a tall, powerfully built foreigner with fair skin, a mop of curly blond hair, and—most strikingly—grey eyes.

Aurora Sinclair stared, stunned. "His hair..."

Alvin Morgan chuckled. "Plenty of people have hair and eyes that aren’t black. That’s Jesse. He’s from Unoria."

He made a brief introduction between the two.

When Jesse heard that the young woman wanted to learn how to fly, he studied her in surprise for a long moment.

He shook his head. "White, it’s too risky. She doesn’t have the physical constitution for it."

"It’s fine. We can get her tested."

Seeing his insistence, Jesse reluctantly led them to the fitness center for testing.

***

The internal parking garage.

A pricey heavy-duty motorcycle drifted stylishly into an empty parking spot.

"Young Master Alexander—"

A group of young men and women quickly surrounded him.

Alexander Grant took off his helmet, revealing a strikingly handsome face. A roguish smirk played on his lips, giving him a nonchalant, playboy air.

"Young Master Lockwood is already here. Follow me."

Alexander Grant loved to party, and he always brought a crowd with him whenever he met up with Arthur Lockwood.

"Orchid, Young Master Lockwood will be here in a bit. You have to seize this opportunity. If he takes a liking to you and brings you into his circle, the Gordon Family’s future will be set."

The speaker was Lillian Gordon’s cousin, Jack Warren. His love for flying had led him to befriend many people at various flying clubs. As soon as he learned that the Lockwood Heir, Arthur Lockwood, also owned a flying club, he immediately started spending lavishly here until he became a premium member. His deep pockets and smooth-talking nature helped him get to know many of the club’s members.

One of those members was Alexander Grant, the man from a moment ago. He and the Lockwood Heir had been college classmates and were as thick as thieves.

Jack Warren had been sucking up to him relentlessly, practically becoming his lackey. That was how he’d earned the chance to tag along today to meet the Lockwood Heir.

Thus, he had immediately used the excuse of getting a pilot’s license to bring his cousin here, hoping to use the opportunity to make a good impression on the Lockwood Heir.

***

Arthur Lockwood had gotten an earful from his old man the day before, so he’d come here in a foul mood to blow off some steam.

"When is Alexander getting here?"

"Any minute now..."

The words had barely left his mouth when the door to the lounge was pushed open.

"Young Master Lockwood, what’s got you so fired up?" Alexander Grant asked, walking in with his helmet in hand.

Arthur Lockwood said dejectedly, "What else could it be? My old man’s on the warpath again, and he’s decided to take it all out on me. Look at my forehead. He chucked an ashtray right at me..."

"Hahaha... Your old man’s aim is something else," Alexander Grant laughed. He waved over the group of people at the door. "I brought you some new friends today, all new members here. This is Jack Warren and his cousin, Lillian Gordon. This young lady wants to get her pilot’s license..."

"Oh? Is that so? Gutsy," Arthur Lockwood commented, the corner of his lip twitching upward in a smirk.

He didn’t lack for female company, but he had a soft spot for bold women. Like Morgan’s Aurora, for instance.

Lillian Gordon hurried forward to introduce herself.

Arthur Lockwood smiled. "Have your cousin take you for the test in a bit. If you pass the physical, Master Lockwood himself will teach you how to fly."

Lillian Gordon’s face flushed with excitement. "Thank you, Master Lockwood," she said shyly.

Jack Warren was just as excited. After bidding them farewell, he immediately took his cousin to the fitness center.

After Alexander Grant ushered the others out, he asked with a grin, "So? What did you think of the girls? Not bad figures, huh?"

Arthur Lockwood shot him a glare. "Why do you bring every girl you find here? It’s not like I’m some kind of player."

"Aren’t I just trying to help you with the mission your mother gave you? You look down on all the heiresses from the major families, so why not pick from a smaller one?" Alexander Grant sprawled his legs out, settling into a comfortable slouch on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

"She’s not your mother. You’re awfully obedient."

"She’s always been good to me. Your marriage is my marriage."

"Get lost—"

***

Meanwhile, Jack Warren took Lillian Gordon to get her high-altitude pressure test, but a long line snaked out from the testing room.

This area usually had the fewest people, but for some reason, a whole crowd was lined up today.

"Why so many people?"

The test administrator replied, "A girl who was getting her license just broke our pressure test record. All these people are here to try and challenge it."

"Cool! Which girl was it?"

"Don’t know. A newcomer."

Seeing the long line, Lillian Gordon grew annoyed. ’I’m supposed to be getting back to Arthur Lockwood!’ she thought.

She urged impatiently, "We’re friends of Master Lockwood. Can’t we test first?"

The administrator hesitated, but when Jack Warren mentioned "Young Master Alexander" by name and the lounge they had just been in, he agreed.

He led them inside, and Lillian Gordon quickly stepped into the pressure test chamber. Inside was a device resembling an aircraft cabin. A huge screen on the wall displayed the top 20 pressure test rankings.

The top line, highlighted in red, showed the record-breaker’s information.

[No. 107] S-level: 15 minutes 39 seconds

The administrator instructed, "If you can’t take it anymore, press the red button to end the test."

However, Lillian Gordon only made it to the D-level test, falling 26 seconds short of the C-level required to be a pilot.

The administrator was a little disappointed. After seeing the previous girl break the record, he had held out some hope for this one, but her score didn’t even meet the minimum requirement.

Just as he was about to write down her score on the test form, Jack Warren stopped him.

"Hey, buddy, do me a favor. It’s only 26 seconds. We’ll train more at home. Just pass her this time, okay...?"

An untraceable gift card was slipped into the administrator’s hand.

The card had a maximum limit of 200,000. The administrator was tempted.

He then rushed them through the remaining tests, and they walked away with a certificate of physical fitness.

"Orchid, this is as far as I can help you. The rest is up to you. When you’re living the high life, don’t forget the Warren Family."

Lillian Gordon nodded enthusiastically.

’If the Warren Family had any daughters of its own,’ he thought, ’I wouldn’t be letting her have this opportunity.’

The two of them hurried back to the lounge, only to be told that Arthur Lockwood had already gone to the private tarmac.

"Cousin... what do we do?"

Jack Warren picked up his phone and called Alexander Grant. "Alexander, we’re done. Where are you?"

"Tarmac 36. Come on over."

After he hung up, Arthur Lockwood, who was opposite him, raised an eyebrow. "So the girl passed the test?"

"Looks like it."

"She looks so delicate, but her constitution is pretty good!" Arthur Lockwood laughed, then put away his phone and boarded the plane.

Meanwhile, Jack Warren rushed to find a shuttle cart to take Lillian Gordon to Tarmac 36.

After waiting for ages, one finally arrived, but it had been booked in advance by another guest.

Lillian Gordon was so impatient she felt she could fly there herself. She hopped onto the cart. "Take us to 36 first!"

"Miss, this cart was booked in advance by another guest."

"How much do you want?" Lillian Gordon said, pulling out her wallet and brandishing several large bills.

"I’m sorry, that’s against the rules. If you want to go first, you can wait for the guest who made the reservation and negotiate with them."

"I’ll give you all of it..." Lillian Gordon emptied her wallet.

The shuttle driver swallowed hard. "This... is against..."

"I’m one of the Gordons. You’d better think carefully about the consequences of offending me." The threat in her voice put the driver in a difficult position.

Just then, the walkie-talkie on his belt crackled to life.

"Zhang, Guest 107 is at the entrance."

Lillian Gordon turned her head and saw a tall, handsome man walking out of the fitness center.

He was so handsome she couldn’t look away. His eyes, in particular, seemed to have an almost magnetic pull; the brief glance he cast in their direction made her heart skip a beat.

A pair of rimless glasses rested on the bridge of his high nose. He was dressed casually in a white hoodie and slacks.

So simple, yet so dazzling. He immediately reminded her of the national heartthrob, Darius Lynch. Their looks were on the same level.

After coming out, he held the door open like a true gentleman, apparently waiting for someone.

All the anger in Lillian Gordon’s heart melted away at the sight of that impossibly handsome face. Her heart began to pound wildly.

’This man is astronomically handsome,’ she thought.

"Orchid, no one else is coming out. He must be Guest 107. I’ll go talk to him about the cart..."

Jack Warren was about to step forward, but Lillian Gordon stopped him.

"Cousin, let me talk to him!"