My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 61 - 58: Fought to a Draw

Under the watchful eyes of Reed Morgan and the other guards, Dean Morgan, his face impassive, led the siblings into the reception room.

The room was formally decorated, with spacious, bright floor-to-ceiling windows and brown, glossy-grained wood floors. A rectangular wool rug covered the sofa area, soft and plush underfoot.

Several men in black stood inside the room, their faces expressionless and stern.

The smile on Leigh Miles’s face faded slightly. She pulled Titus Miles along, and they sat obediently on the sofa Dean Morgan pointed to.

"Wait here a moment. I’m going to get the Master."

Leigh Miles nodded obediently. After Dean Morgan left, her round eyes widened as she secretly glanced around the room.

’This place is so grand!’

’It’s even more impressive than the richest man’s house in town...’

’This sofa is so big and soft! It must be really expensive...’

Just as Leigh Miles was marveling at her surroundings, Titus Miles suddenly jumped off the sofa beside her. "Senior Sister... I gotta pee..."

Just then, the door to the reception room was pushed open.

Dean Morgan entered first and stood respectfully to one side. Then, two familiar faces walked in.

Leigh Miles had no time to greet them. She scooped up Titus Miles and asked anxiously, "Where’s the bathroom here?"

Dean Morgan pointed in a direction by reflex.

Leigh Miles dashed toward the bathroom like a gust of wind. Beta Morgan’s jaw dropped in surprise, and he silently glanced at his master’s face—a face that could charm men and women alike.

’Maybe the girls from Sunstone are immune to the Master’s charms,’ he thought.

Five minutes later, Leigh Miles returned with Titus Miles.

"Sorry about that!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"It’s nothing."

Alvin Morgan was lounging on the opposite sofa, holding a steaming cup of tea.

No longer as reserved as before, Leigh Miles smiled and took the milk tea Dean Morgan offered her. "Oh, it’s you two!" she said in a familiar tone.

Beta Morgan, ever the social butterfly, piped up, "Quite a coincidence, isn’t it?"

Leigh Miles nodded. "When is my Senior Sister coming to pick us up?"

"She’ll be here this evening..."

Leigh Miles nodded again, no longer looking as tense. After giving Titus Miles a sip of milk tea, she started drinking her own.

"I’d like to ask you a question," Alvin Morgan said suddenly, after observing Leigh for a moment.

Leigh Miles looked up at him, nodding with the straw still in her mouth.

’This man is gorgeous,’ she thought. ’Even better looking than Master was in his youth...’

"Your Senior Sister, Aurora Sinclair... why is her Constitution so unusual?"

At his words, the smile on Leigh Miles’s face instantly vanished. Her expression changed. She took the straw from her mouth, sat up straight, and asked warily, "What are you trying to find out?"

"She was injured a few days ago..."

"What—"

Leigh Miles shot to her feet, agitated. A formidable Power erupted from her. Sensing it, Titus Miles dropped his toy and huddled behind her.

"Where is my Senior Sister?" Leigh Miles’s face was now completely blank, as if she had become a different person.

A flicker of surprise crossed Alvin Morgan’s eyes, but his tone remained casual as he countered, "Why does she feel no pain, and why are her wounds so slow to heal?"

Leigh Miles didn’t answer. She bit her lip and stared daggers at Alvin Morgan, as if he had committed some unforgivable crime.

Suddenly, she launched herself into the air, flying toward Alvin Morgan like a swift. Alarmed, Dean Morgan quickly moved to intercept her, positioning himself in front of his master.

Leigh Miles’s palm clenched into a fist as she struck at Dean Morgan.

The large man and the small girl, trading blows, were soon locked in combat in the spacious reception room.

Dean Morgan was purely on the defensive at first, but Leigh Miles’s fists grew increasingly hard. She even began to use her Power—a kind of Power he had never encountered before. It was forceful and domineering, traveling along his meridians and nearly disrupting his own Power.

"Calm down—"

Beta Morgan yelled from the sidelines, but Leigh Miles paid him no mind. "Where is my Senior Sister? Did you imprison her?"

"No, she’s at school—" The shock in Beta Morgan’s eyes deepened. The young girl before him was actually fighting Dean Morgan to a standstill.

’Could she be a Great Martial Master, too?’

Finally, after a clash of fists, both fighters, evenly matched, stumbled back five or six steps. An invisible wave of Power radiated out from between them, making the onlookers’ chests tighten and their blood churn.

Dean Morgan clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His internal injuries had worsened.

"If you don’t want him crippled, you’d better take your hand off my brother—" Leigh Miles forcefully suppressed the churning Power in her chest, her sharp gaze fixed on Beta Morgan.

Between her fingers was a familiar small glass vial. It contained a red potion, but now only half of it remained.

Beta Morgan’s expression changed drastically. "What did you do?"

"Where is my Senior Sister? Why was she injured? Who did it?"

Right then, Leigh Miles was like a dangerous wolf, a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. Her Power surged again, tinged with a murderous aura.

The men in black in the room finally dropped their impassive facades. They drew their weapons, their gazes locked on the small girl confronting Dean Morgan as if she were a formidable foe.

A battle between High Rank Martial Artists was imminent.

Suddenly, Alvin Morgan chuckled softly. "All of you, stand down. Let the boy go."

Beta Morgan warily released Titus Miles and continued to placate Leigh, "Calm down. Your Senior Sister’s wound has already healed, thanks to the medicine in that little vial..."

The expression on Leigh Miles’s face softened slightly, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief. The dangerous Power surrounding her slowly faded.

She pulled another small glass vial from her pocket and tossed it to Dean Morgan, while asking Beta Morgan, "Why was she injured? Who hurt her?"

"Who do you think is capable of hurting her?" Alvin Morgan asked nonchalantly as he poured himself more tea.

From the moment Leigh had attacked to the moment she stopped, he had remained seated calmly on the sofa, sipping his tea, not the least bit worried she could harm him.

Leigh Miles tilted her head in thought, her brow furrowed. "Are you saying my Senior Sister injured herself?"

Alvin Morgan took a sip of tea and gestured to the sofa with one finger. "Sit down. Your little brother is frightened."

Only then did Leigh Miles notice Titus Miles huddled by the sofa, tears welling in his eyes, his hand clamped over his mouth to stifle any sound.

He looked utterly miserable.

Leigh Miles’s expression softened. She rushed to Titus’s side and hugged his small frame, comforting him. "It’s okay, Tiger. Don’t be afraid, Sister’s here."

"WAAAH... He... he hit you..." Titus clung to Leigh, crying his heart out, his little body wracked with sobs as he pointed an accusing finger at Dean Morgan.

Dean Morgan wiped the blood from his mouth and shook his head repeatedly. "I... I didn’t..."

But Titus’s crying only grew louder, and a faint Power began to emanate from his body, flickering in and out with his sobs. Standing nearby, Beta Morgan’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

’To manifest Power at such a young age—something most people can’t achieve in a lifetime... His talent for martial arts is terrifying!’

Alvin Morgan rubbed his aching temples, his voice growing cold. "Dean Morgan—"

The tall man, who had been trying to make himself invisible, froze as if struck by lightning. He forced a smile onto his stoic face that looked worse than a grimace. "Don’t cry..."

But Titus simply buried his head in Leigh’s neck and kept crying.

Leigh Miles said helplessly, "When Tiger gets like this, only our Senior Sister can calm him down..."

Dean Morgan shot a pleading look at Alvin Morgan.

But Alvin was unmoved. "She’s in class," he said flatly, then pulled a few chocolates from his pocket and placed them on the coffee table.

Leigh immediately unwrapped one and put it in Titus’s mouth.

The sobs gradually subsided.

***

「6:00 PM.」

When Aurora Sinclair appeared at the reception room door wearing her school bag, Leigh’s eyes reddened with emotion. She rushed forward, threw her arms around her, and began to complain.

Titus Miles copied her, his little legs churning as he ran to hug Aurora Sinclair’s leg, refusing to let go.

"Senior Sister, I finally get to see you! Master disappeared again, and Apothecary Warner said we have to pay him back this year, or he’ll send *those people* to find us..."

Leigh’s voice trailed off toward the end, and her body trembled slightly, making her look as pitiful as a stray kitten.

Having witnessed Leigh’s ferocious side, Beta Morgan found the current scene completely surreal.

Aurora Sinclair patted her back comfortingly. "Mm... it’s okay..."

’Those people are no match for me!’