My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 67 - 64: Janet Sinclair’s Return

The massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered an expansive view of the distant scenery.

Skyscrapers rose and fell, traffic flowed like a river, and the city’s prosperity lay spread out below.

Alvin Morgan stood by the window smoking, his expression somewhat detached.

The cigarette between his fingers mostly burned on its own. He would occasionally bring it to his lips for a drag, only to exhale the smoke almost immediately.

The smoke never reached his lungs—a display of extreme self-control.

He didn’t normally smoke. Usually, he would only have a couple to fight off fatigue when pulling an all-nighter for an experiment. But since last night, he had already gone through nearly half a pack.

As the smoke curled upward, his tall silhouette exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

Behind him stood a wooden desk, upon which lay a thin stack of rice paper.

A closer look revealed flamboyant, soaring calligraphy—like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing—that conveyed the writer’s commanding presence.

Beta Morgan didn’t know what was written on the papers. But after his master read them, he had actually mobilized the forces he’d kept hidden in the shadows for years to investigate the shocking Young Family massacre that had rocked Kingsford forty years ago. Moreover, this had to be done without the Family Head’s knowledge.

DING—

Beta Morgan, who was standing by the desk, quickly pulled out his phone. His expression changed drastically. "Sir, the assassin’s body is missing!"

Last night, they had made a special trip to The Martial Affairs Bureau to interrogate the assassin being held there.

But right after they left, the assassin was poisoned. The culprit has yet to be identified.

It was clear that enemy forces had successfully infiltrated the Great Families of Kingsford and were ready to make a move against his master at any moment.

There were hundreds of families, big and small, in Kingsford. Investigating them one by one was not only unrealistic but would also risk tipping off their enemy. For now, they could only let the viper lie in wait, biding its time.

Alvin Morgan turned around and said calmly, "After the college entrance exams, send Ditto Number 2 to the small apartment."

Beta Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Sir... but that’s..."

"Send it," Alvin Morgan said, his expression impassive. He glanced at Beta Morgan before walking to the desk, picking up the rice paper, and looking through it.

Ditto Number 2 was an intelligent robot personally designed and built by Alvin Morgan. Its internal systems and programming were an upgraded version of Ditto’s. It featured a new automatic protection function, acting like a small radar that could rapidly scan a one-kilometer radius for thermal-signature weapons, providing its owner with their coordinates and defensive options.

Beta Morgan had assumed his master designed it for himself; he never imagined it was meant for Aurora Sinclair.

His shock was slow to fade. He knew his master held Aurora Sinclair in high regard, but this level of concern—placing her safety above his own—was on a whole different level.

"Sir... what about your safety? The enemy has already infiltrated Kingsford..."

Alvin Morgan looked at the rice paper on the desk. As if a thought suddenly occurred to him, the corners of his lips curved up slightly, and he flicked the paper with his finger.

"I have Veridia’s most formidable female bodyguard."

***

「Kingsford International Airport.」

A sharp, competent figure emerged from the VIP exit, pushing a luggage cart.

Everywhere she went, other travelers turned to look, their expressions varied. It was clear at a glance that this was an elite, powerful woman; one could feel her formidable presence even from a distance.

The woman was dressed in a professional suit—a white top and black bottoms. She wore ten-centimeter black high heels, yet her steps were brisk and perfectly steady.

She wore sunglasses that obscured her eyes, but her nose was prominent and straight. Her red lips were pressed into a thin line, giving her a somewhat ruthless look.

Her chestnut, ear-length hair was straight, smooth, and impeccably styled. A black Bluetooth earpiece was fitted in one of her small ears, and a matte silver stud in the other spoke of sophistication and confidence.

From a distance, she had the distinct air of a female boss making her grand return.

At the same time, a group of men in black suits and sunglasses hurried toward the airport entrance. They clearly looked like people of some standing.

When the leader of the group saw her, his eyes lit up. He jogged over and called out in a loud voice, "Boss!"

Janet Sinclair’s lips curved slightly as she gave a cool nod.

The men were instantly thrilled. They straightened their backs, their eyes shining with spirit.

They were all bodyguards for the Sinclair Family and had been trained by Janet Sinclair in the past. They held her in the highest regard.

"How’s the Old Master’s health?"

"He was hospitalized once, but there were no other major issues."

"Hospitalized?"

Janet Sinclair took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. The lines of her eyes were long and slender, with the outer corners tilting up slightly, exuding the allure of a mature woman.

Her brow furrowed slightly, her gaze turning cold and sharp.

The lead bodyguard felt the back of his neck prickle. He couldn’t help but stand up straighter, holding his breath as he said, "The First Madam angered him."

"Hmph... She’s gotten bold! Where is the Old Master?" Janet Sinclair snorted, tossed her luggage to a bodyguard, and strode toward the exit.

The bodyguards didn’t dare to breathe a word, replying cautiously, "He’s with the Fourth Master."

Janet Sinclair’s steps faltered for a moment before she said with sudden understanding, "Aurora must be there, too!"