My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 85 - 80: Why Are You Running?

Aurora Sinclair saw Tanner Sinclair constantly shooting her looks, so she gave a slight shake of her head. "I can’t tell you."

Zeke Quincy glanced back at Tanner Sinclair, a suspicious look on his face. "Uncle, are you and Aurora hiding something from me?"

Tanner Sinclair replied, feeling a bit guilty, "Aurora’s friend has a sensitive background. We really can’t talk about it. It’s for your own good."

Zeke Quincy wasn’t satisfied with that explanation, but he knew his uncle must have a reason for saying it. He reluctantly suppressed his curiosity and asked something else. "Then why is Aurora moving?"

"Well... you’ll have to ask Leigh Miles. She doesn’t want to live here anymore. My niece is currently her and Titus Miles’s legal guardian, so she has to move out to live with them..."

Just then, a voice came from the computer again. "Aurora, press the button on your watch like I showed you. Put the earbuds in, and you’ll be able to talk."

Aurora Sinclair obediently raised her wrist and did as instructed. Then she pulled a pair of wireless earbuds from her pocket, put them in, and replied flatly, "I finished the test paper. I’m moving tomorrow afternoon."

Immediately, all sound from her computer cut out, even the game’s background music.

The two men stared at her wrist, their eyes burning with curiosity.

The watch looked like a normal, elegant women’s timepiece. ’Who knew it had other functions?’

Before they could think more on it, Aurora Sinclair suddenly glanced at them, gave a small nod, and said, "My uncle and cousin are here." Then she tapped the watch face, and Alvin Morgan’s voice returned through the computer.

"Hello."

The man’s deep voice was pleasant, but it carried an inexplicable weight.

Tanner Sinclair responded immediately, his gaze holding a hint of reservation.

Beside him, Zeke Quincy couldn’t help but frown.

’My uncle has never been this serious before.’

’Is this guy’s background really that special?’

’And what’s his relationship with Aurora?’

Aurora Sinclair tapped the watch face again, and the voice from the computer vanished once more.

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned strange. Zeke Quincy was bursting with questions he couldn’t ask, while Tanner Sinclair quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Aurora Sinclair remained perfectly calm, her eyes fixed on the computer screen as she occasionally murmured, "Mhm."

She had no idea just how extraordinary the person she was speaking with was.

So extraordinary that even the perpetually joking Tanner Sinclair had fallen silent.

***

The arena PK began.

Alvin Morgan turned on his mic to give commands, his voice so captivating that the guild’s rookies instantly became his devoted fans.

Barron was even more blunt. "Mr. Whitlock, so you’re a guy! The guild leader and Mr. Barron said you were a girl, hahaha..."

"Young Lord Shawn, you say?" The end of Alvin Morgan’s sentence rose with a slight lilt, heavy with implication.

"Yeah! The guild leader said you were Lord Rory’s classmate, so everyone assumed you were a girl. Mr. Barron even said you were the guild leader’s girlfriend! Then Lorraine found out you’re 28, so they started guessing you and the guild leader were in a May-December romance. Hahaha..."

Barron was a straightforward guy and spilled all the guild’s recent speculations to Alvin Morgan. Hearing this, Beta Morgan and Dean Morgan, who were standing nearby, tensed up completely, unconsciously shuffling back half a step.

A ghost of a smile played on Alvin Morgan’s lips. He shot a look at Beta Morgan and continued, "What else did they say about me?"

"That was about it. Oh, right, Mr. Whitlock, what have you been up to the past couple of days?"

"Working."

"Of course. It’s all because of that annoying Autumn. If she weren’t always starting trouble, the veteran players wouldn’t have suspected you of being a scammer..."

"A scammer?"

Alvin Morgan’s glare made Beta Morgan lower his head and silently shuffle two more steps toward the door.

"Yeah! Before you logged off, you still owed the final payment to a few crafters. That pest Autumn started saying you’re an untrustworthy scammer who not only cheats people out of money but is also an old woman who preys on the hearts of teenagers."

"Hah..."

Alvin Morgan suddenly let out a soft chuckle. Beta Morgan flinched, a chill shooting up his spine as his whole body began to tremble.

’We’re doomed! This is the calm before the storm...’

Just then, a cool female voice came through the party channel. "Shawn, Madam Whitlock is a man."

Immediately after, the voice of the guild leader, Young Lord Shawn, chimed in, "I just found out, too..."

"He’s not a scammer," the female voice continued.

"Yeah, I already kicked the rumormonger out of the guild." Young Lord Shawn’s voice was tinged with guilt.

"He’s not into puppy love..."

"Huh?"

Alvin Morgan immediately let out a cough. "Ahem... Rory, enemies ahead."

"Mhm."

Alvin Morgan watched the girl in the full set of orange gear on his screen, the corners of his mouth curving into a silent laugh.

The look in his eyes was as warm as snow melting in the March sun, causing Beta Morgan and Dean Morgan to let out a silent sigh of relief.

’The boss’s mood has finally cleared up!’

***

In an ancient temple, square pillars soared straight into the clouds. Their tops were out of sight, and their shafts were carved with unknown inscriptions. Each pillar was about a meter wide, just enough to conceal a person.

Mr. Thorne and the other pro players from District Twelve advanced cautiously in a triangular formation.

This was the very center of the map, right between the two factions—the most likely place for a battle to break out.

"Aurora, let me see where you guys are," Zeke Quincy said, deliberately turning his head to tease her.

Her expression froze for a second. Then, she shook her head repeatedly, grabbed her laptop, and scurried to sit across from him, her face a mask of caution.

Her guarded expression was actually kind of cute.

Zeke Quincy couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "Aurora, what are you running for?"

Suddenly, a Searing Holy Light spell descended from the sky, landing precisely in the middle of the five of them.

The blinding white light stunned all five of them simultaneously. Tanner Sinclair yelled, "Spread out—quick!"

His fingers flew across the keyboard, mashing the sprint key while blindly spamming his Swordsman’s area-of-effect Skills.

The other pro players did the same, but Young Lord Shawn was a step too slow. His character was frozen, as if bound in place.

"Uncle, save me—"

The white light lasted for more than ten seconds. When Mr. Thorne’s vision returned, he was face-to-face with Master Rory, whose orange gear was as dazzling as a miniature sun.

Not far away, Young Lord Shawn was getting pummeled at close range by Madam Whitlock. The supposedly delicate Healer was suddenly giving off the distinct vibe of a "combat dad."

Zeke Quincy couldn’t bear to watch his own character, Young Lord Shawn. No matter how he hammered his keyboard, Young Lord Shawn remained trapped in Madam Whitlock’s attack range, completely unable to break free.

The nearby Knight tried to rescue him, but Madam Whitlock faked an attack and stunned him, too.

Master Rory kept Mr. Thorne locked down, pinning his position. They exchanged several blows, but neither could gain the upper hand.

’Given Aurora’s skill, she isn’t using her full strength. It’s obvious she’s stalling for time.’

They had five opponents, but only four were on the field. The Mage was still missing.

’Where could they be?’

Tanner Sinclair kept fighting while panning his camera to scan the surroundings.

Suddenly, Aurora Sinclair struck his character’s chest with a Flame Fist. He barely managed to block it, but the force sent him stumbling back seven or eight steps.

’This is bad—’

"Spread out—"

Master Rory and Madam Whitlock rapidly fell back. A bolt of Nine-layered Shocking Thunder descended from the sky, a violet dragon of lightning that swallowed the remaining players.

This was the Mage’s ultimate Skill, Nine-layered Shocking Thunder, which required a full minute to charge.

Mr. Thorne’s reflexes were quick. He used his Swordsman’s dash to barely escape the attack’s range, only to run headlong into Master Rory’s waiting fist. The force of his own dash determined how hard he was sent flying.

"My dear niece, I’m your actual uncle! This is high treason!"