My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 43: Stella Doesn’t Have Time

Alvin Morgan said nothing, just shot him a sidelong glance. Beta Morgan hurriedly corrected himself. "You could give Miss Sinclair something she likes! Like... chicken legs..."

That evening, when Aurora Sinclair arrived, she saw Beta Morgan standing by the door like a sentry.

When he saw Aurora Sinclair, his eyes lit up. He held up a bag with a pitiful expression and asked, "Miss Sinclair, is chicken your favorite food?"

The words had barely left his lips when the office door was opened from the inside.

Benjamin Morgan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shot Beta an expressionless glare. Then, he enthusiastically invited Aurora Sinclair inside. "Miss Sinclair, please, come in!"

Aurora Sinclair turned to glance at Beta Morgan again. "He’s..."

"Pay him no mind! He felt it was hot inside and wanted to get some fresh air..."

Beta Morgan: "..."

He instinctively pulled the bag of chicken legs back a little.

Aurora Sinclair blinked at Beta Morgan, gave him a polite nod, and followed Benjamin Morgan inside.

Beta Morgan stared at the closed door, wanting to cry but finding no tears.

’His master is getting more and more monstrous!’

’Who punishes someone by making them stand at attention by the door, holding thirty pounds of raw chicken legs?’

***

「Inside the office.」

Alvin Morgan gave Aurora Sinclair a multi-functional watch he had developed himself. It featured a high-precision global positioning system, and could also send out distress signals, function as a flashlight, make emergency calls, and record audio, among other things.

"You did well on your exams. This is your reward."

Aurora Sinclair nodded but didn’t take the watch. Instead, she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Alvin Morgan asked, "What is it?"

Aurora Sinclair pointed to the man on her phone’s screensaver. "Can I have his autographed photo?"

The smile on Alvin Morgan’s face froze.

Beside them, Benjamin Morgan craned his neck to see Aurora Sinclair’s phone. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, took several steps back, and turned away, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

’The smartwatch the boss is giving her was specially developed for the Morgans. It’s not for sale—only members of the Morgan family have one. With over thirty functions, it’s practically a micro-computer.’

’Too bad now...’

"Of—course—!"

The words seemed to be squeezed through his teeth. "Benjamin—"

"Sir, I’m on it!" Benjamin Morgan scurried out of the room.

Aurora Sinclair thanked him happily, then lowered her head and focused on the meal of chicken and rice on the table.

After a long moment, Alvin Morgan heaved a heavy sigh.

"Aurora, don’t get too caught up in following celebrities. You need to focus on your studies right now."

Gnawing on a chicken leg, Aurora Sinclair nodded obediently.

Before she left, Alvin Morgan, still determined, personally fastened the smartwatch onto her wrist. He explained patiently, "Aurora, this watch will be very useful. It’s made from the same material as a secure lockbox, so you can wear it all the time..."

Aurora Sinclair glanced down at the autographed photo, as if hesitating about accepting too many gifts. Alvin quickly added, "The autograph is your exam gift from Benjamin."

Benjamin Morgan immediately nodded in agreement.

Just then, Beta Morgan, who had been standing by the door the entire time, spoke up, his face a mask of misery. He held up the thirty pounds of raw chicken legs. "Miss Sinclair, this is my exam gift to you. Please, accept it!"

"..."

***

Aurora Sinclair’s latest exam scores earned her praise from the senior-year teachers. Master Sinclair was ecstatic and, with a grand wave of his hand, gave her another anonymous Golden Card.

Saturday happened to be the Sinclair family’s monthly dinner, and Master Sinclair made a point of showing off Aurora Sinclair’s district-wide mock exam papers to everyone.

"See? I told you our Aurora is smart! It’s only been a month and look at these scores. By the time the college entrance exams come around, our Aurora will definitely get into Arcadian University."

Standing behind Hailey Gordon, Sue Quinn curled her lip in disdain. ’Get into Arcadian University with scores like that? Where does she get the confidence?’

Hailey Gordon offered a tight-lipped smile. "Dad, with our Aurora’s grades improving so quickly, she’ll definitely get into Arcadian University if she applies through the arts track. I don’t believe we’ve heard which artistic talent she’s registered?"

Master Sinclair’s expression flickered. He pursed his lips, shot her a brief glance, and then lowered his gaze, saying coolly, "Chinese painting."

Further down the table, Stella Sinclair abruptly looked up at Aurora Sinclair, who was eating quietly across from her.

’She knows Chinese painting, too?’

Her hand, hidden beneath the table, gripped the hem of her dress, her gaze filled with tension.

Hailey Gordon’s brow furrowed as if a thought had just struck her. "Dad, Chinese painting isn’t easy to learn! Stella started at age six and has been practicing for over a decade. You couldn’t have... made up something like this just to get Aurora into Kingsford No. 1 High School, could you?"

She had phrased it tactfully, but everyone from the Sinclair family in the room understood the implication.

Aurora Sinclair had gotten into Kingsford No. 1 High School by riding on Stella Sinclair’s coattails!

Stella Sinclair secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her usual smile returning to her face. "Mom, the arts track entrance exam is different for every school. There’s still time before the test. Since Aurora is so smart, she should be able to catch up..."