My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 106 - 100: Morgan, Are You Scared?

The Morgan family’s yacht changed course, but it wasn’t long before the private yacht caught up again.

This time, they went too far. They violated the safe navigational distance, practically scraping alongside the Morgans’ yacht.

Their yacht had a larger displacement than the Morgans’, and soon, a massive wave struck again, causing the Morgan family’s yacht to lurch violently.

Leigh Miles and Titus Miles were thrown right into the safety netting.

Dean Morgan rushed forward, grabbed one in each arm, and hauled them both back onto the deck.

"Why are the waves so big today?"

Susan Warner steadied herself against the edge of the pool and looked around. ’I don’t feel much of a sea breeze!’

Darius Lynch, who was sitting on a sofa near the edge enjoying the breeze, said grimly, "Someone’s making these waves on purpose." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Alvin Morgan raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes. A man on the other yacht was looking back at him through his own pair.

"Beta Morgan—"

Less than five minutes later, the Morgans’ yacht let out a warning blast from its horn.

Aboard the private yacht, the burly man’s expression tensed. ’That horn blast has a specific meaning. It’s a clear warning to stay away from their vessel.’

’How could someone who knows maritime rules so well be an ordinary person?’ He immediately ran onto the deck.

"Mr. Trent, the people on that yacht aren’t just anyone."

But Norman Trent was already caught up in the fun. The beautiful women beside him held up their glasses to give him another drink. "We haven’t had enough fun yet! Do it again!"

"We can’t, Mr. Trent! Those people aren’t ordinary..."

"Lock him up—"

***

Through his binoculars, Alvin Morgan watched the other boat slow down. ’They still haven’t given up,’ he thought.

A cold smirk touched his lips. "Beta Morgan. They don’t get a third."

"Alright!"

Beta Morgan grinned mischievously.

When the other yacht tried the same trick again, a row of high-pressure water cannons suddenly emerged from the side of the Morgans’ vessel.

Mr. Trent and the bikini-clad women beside him were instantly treated to a drenching "water festival" of their own.

"AH— AH—"

Drenched like a drowned rat, Norman Trent was shocked half-sober.

He wiped his face and hair, his expression dark as he stared at the nearby yacht. "Make them stop their damn boat!" he snarled.

A moment later, Norman Trent’s yacht charged at the Morgans’ vessel again, intent on forcing it to a halt.

For safety’s sake, the captain of the Morgans’ yacht chose to stop.

Seeing them back down, Norman Trent smugly ordered a bodyguard to shout at them.

"Everyone on that yacht, get out on the deck for Mr. Trent—"

He shouted it three times in a row, but no one on the boat paid any attention.

"I’m counting down from ten! If you’re not out here by the time I’m done, you’ll face the consequences! 10... 9... 8..."

Suddenly, the roar of an engine echoed across the water—

A powerful speedboat was racing toward Norman Trent’s yacht. Onboard were six men in black wetsuits.

They were aggressive and clearly meant trouble.

The sight made Norman Trent furious. He pointed at the speedboat and yelled, "Flip that thing over!"

Norman Trent’s bodyguards quickly drew pistols from their waistbands and started firing at the speedboat.

The sound of gunshots made everyone’s expression change drastically. In Veridia, only those with special authorization were permitted to carry firearms; possession was illegal for anyone else.

’To have so many guns on this yacht... their identities are obviously not normal. They’re either smugglers or agents from some secret government department.’

Cassius Morgan said to Alvin Morgan with a grave expression, "Tell them to come back. We need to handle this with more care..."

But before he could finish, a loud SPLASH was heard. A small figure was already swimming rapidly toward the other yacht.

So fast that she kicked up a white wake.

"Aurora—" Alvin Morgan roared, vaulting over the deck railing and diving in after her.

"Damn it! My senior sister can’t handle gunfire!" Leigh Miles’s face paled. She moved to vault the railing herself but was stopped by Dean Morgan.

"Wait, I’ll go—" Dean Morgan quickly pushed Leigh into Beta Morgan’s arms before leaping over the railing and into the sea.

Seeing this, Susan Warner’s face went white with fright. She gripped the railing and screamed toward the water, "Dixon, hurry and catch up to them—"

Aurora Sinclair was too fast, leaving Alvin Morgan far behind. When Dean Morgan caught up to Alvin, he grabbed hold of him. "Sir... you can’t catch her—"

Alvin Morgan struggled, choking on mouthfuls of water. The two of them thrashed in the waves, frightening several more of the Morgan men on the yacht enough to jump in after them.

"Sir! Dixon! Get back up here—"

Elton Morgan appeared behind them in a lifeboat, and the Morgans on the yacht finally breathed a sigh of relief.

***

On the other yacht, Norman Trent saw someone else fearlessly approaching and ordered his men to keep shooting at Aurora Sinclair. But her speed didn’t slow in the slightest; it was as if her limbs were equipped with motors. In the blink of an eye, she reached the side of the yacht.

She burst from the water like a sea serpent, grabbed a rope on the yacht’s hull, and scrambled up as nimbly as a swallow.

Norman Trent leaned over the railing, shouting frantically, "Shoot her down—"

But Aurora Sinclair exploited their blind spots, dodging left and right until she vaulted onto the deck.

"Get her—"

The yacht was crowded with bodyguards, crew, and women in swimwear. Hearing Norman Trent’s shout, they all rushed toward Aurora Sinclair.

But she was incredibly agile, weaving through the crowd. Cries of pain erupted wherever she went, and she dislocated the arms of several bodyguards who raised their guns at her.

Standing on the third deck, Norman Trent was beside himself with rage. He snatched a gun from a nearby bodyguard and started firing down at the first deck.

He fired several shots in a row. Bullets flew everywhere, but none hit Aurora Sinclair. Instead, he wounded several of his own people.

"AH—"

"Someone’s been killed—"

People on the deck scattered in a panic. Aurora Sinclair used the chaos to quickly climb to the second deck.

"GET HER—" Norman Trent roared down, his eyes practically splitting with rage. He gripped the railing so tightly his veins bulged and his knuckles turned white.

He was about to explode. In his entire life, no one had ever dared to provoke him so brazenly.

But Aurora Sinclair was toying with Norman Trent’s bodyguards, running them in circles as if they were monkeys in a show.

"Where is she— Show yourself—" Norman Trent yelled, brandishing the gun.

Suddenly, a small, fair hand gripped the railing of the third deck. With a light pull, a body flipped effortlessly onto the deck.

The bodyguards rushed forward, only to see a blur moving at an inhuman speed.

Each one felt a blow to their stomach like they’d been hit with an iron ball. They were sent flying several meters, collapsing to the floor in agony.

Norman Trent was finally afraid. He trembled like a leaf, shakily raising the pistol and stammering as he aimed it at her, "You... you stay back... Any closer... and I’ll shoot..."

But the girl across from him was deathly pale, completely soaked, and left a wet footprint with every step. She looked like a "Water Ghoul" emerging from the depths as she slowly advanced on him.

Terrified, Norman Trent squeezed his eyes shut and fired wildly until the gun was empty.

The world finally fell silent. Norman Trent cautiously opened one eye and found himself face-to-face with Aurora Sinclair’s pale visage. "A GHOST—"

His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Aurora Sinclair crouched and poked his face. When he didn’t react, she seemed to purse her lips in dissatisfaction. Then she grabbed him by an ankle and started dragging him toward the stairwell.

"Nobody move! Hands on your head and get on the ground—"

The Morgan brothers had finally boarded the yacht.

***

By the time Alvin Morgan arrived on deck, Norman Trent was already hog-tied and lying on the floor.

Alvin Morgan walked toward Aurora Sinclair, his face dark. He radiated a furious "do not approach" aura.

The Morgan brothers, who knew his temper well, silently said a prayer for Aurora Sinclair. ’Their master is furious!’

When he reached her, Alvin Morgan suddenly leaned down and pulled her into his arms. He only relaxed after he could feel her steady heartbeat.

Her body was ice-cold, without a trace of warmth. Alvin Morgan held her tighter, as if trying to warm her with his own body heat.

Aurora Sinclair wasn’t used to being held by a man. She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to break free.

But his slightly hoarse voice sounded by her ear. "Don’t move... Just for a moment..."

His heart was pounding, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

"Morgan... are you scared?"

"Yeah..."

"Don’t be afraid! I’ll protect you!"

"..."

The Morgan brothers stared blankly for a moment before silently looking away.

’Anger? Rage? What was that all about?’

’It really does depend on who you’re dealing with!’