My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 116 - 110: Sis, I’ll Call You My Ancestor

「The next morning.」

Master Sinclair’s expression darkened immediately when he heard the Gordon Family had come to his door, wanting to see their daughter, Hailey Gordon.

Beta Morgan had just called him. He said that many young ladies from the Great Families were recently offering large sums of money for a photo of Aurora Sinclair and warned him to be wary of the Gordon Family.

He hadn’t believed it at first, but it turned out the Gordon Family was truly shameless to the core.

’They’ve already had a major falling out with the Sinclair Family, and now they dare to show up at their door?’

Seeing Master Sinclair was furious, Butler Sinclair prepared to go out and send them away, but Master Sinclair stopped him.

"Forrest, let them in. I want to see for myself just how thick-skinned the Gordons are!"

The visitors were Donovan Gordon and Harold Gordon.

Donovan Gordon showed no trace of embarrassment upon seeing Master Sinclair. It was as if the incident where he used Sue Quinn to backstab the Sinclair Family had never happened. He wore a warm smile and offered a friendly greeting.

"What a pleasure to see you! Congratulations, congratulations! I never expected you to be collaborating with the Morgan Family!"

Master Sinclair sneered inwardly and replied coolly, "It was all the children’s doing..."

"The Sinclair children are just outstanding. So much better than my own..."

Master Sinclair ignored the comment and glanced at Butler Sinclair. "Have you contacted Hailey?"

Butler Sinclair played along. "I have, sir. But the Madam is unwilling to see the Gordons. She said she plans to petition the court to sever all ties with the Gordon Family..."

"How dare she— That’s outrageous!" Donovan Gordon exploded with rage, his eyes wide and his face ashen.

Master Sinclair said bluntly, "Since she doesn’t wish to see you, show them out—"

Only then did Donovan Gordon realize that Preston Sinclair had been toying with him. He demanded in a hostile tone, "What is the meaning of this?" But he was met with Master Sinclair’s icy gaze.

"You know very well what it means. The Sinclair Family does not welcome those with ill intentions!"

A flicker of emotion crossed Donovan Gordon’s eyes, but he continued to play dumb. "I don’t understand what you mean!"

But Master Sinclair’s face remained grim. He stared directly into Donovan’s eyes and said gravely, "Donovan Gordon, you’re not a young man anymore. Have some self-respect! Show them out—"

The Sinclair family bodyguards standing nearby immediately moved in. They grabbed the Gordon father and son, unceremoniously dragging them out. They forcibly ejected the pair from the main gate of the Sinclair Estate and even threw out the gifts they had brought.

No matter how thick-skinned Donovan Gordon was, he was incensed by Master Sinclair’s actions. He clutched his chest, pointed at the Sinclair gate, and spat a threat, "Preston Sinclair, you just wait!"

At that moment, Harold Gordon, who had been quiet the whole time, thought of that family at the apex of society and asked in a low, fearful voice, "Dad, the Sinclairs turned on us so suddenly. Could this be the Morgan Family’s doing?"

Donovan Gordon had naturally considered this, but he couldn’t accept it. The two families had started on roughly equal footing. If not for Thomas Sinclair, the Sinclairs would have been far, far behind the Gordons.

But in the last twenty-odd years, the Sinclair Family had not only surpassed the Gordons by a wide margin, but their daughters had also flourished. One married up into the Quincy Family, and the other was making a name for herself overseas. Even his own daughter, Hailey Gordon, had started acting superior toward them, sometimes looking down on her own family.

’How could he not be furious?’

The Gordon Family was eager to climb the social ladder but had never found the right connections. Now that an opportunity had finally presented itself, they certainly weren’t going to let it go.

Donovan Gordon glared at the entrance to the Sinclair Estate and said viciously, "Plenty of people have their eyes on the Morgan Family! The Sinclairs are digging their own grave!"

***

The turbulence among the Great Families of Kingsford didn’t affect Aurora Sinclair. After submitting her college applications, she was dragged to another city by Arthur Lockwood to participate in the open qualifiers for "Conquest of Glory."

The Quincy Siblings, Leigh Miles, and Titus Miles were also with them.

Abel Lockwood watched his master, who was sitting among a group of kids with his face covered in colorful strips of tape, and suddenly felt like he was looking at a daycare.

The group had been playing Old Maid since they boarded the plane. They had been at it for over three hours now, and the plane was about to land.

Everyone’s face was adorned with a fair number of tape strips.

"Hahaha, I won! Abel, quick, stick a piece of tape on Leigh’s chin—"

"Argh—why does Lockwood always win!"

After observing several rounds, Zeke Quincy suddenly came to a conclusion. "Lockwood must have studied psychology, right? He can probably read everyone’s cards from their expressions..."

"No way! How can you tell?" Jean Quincy asked, looking incredulously at the ever-mischievous Arthur Lockwood.

But Zeke Quincy suddenly put on an air of profound mystery, keeping everyone in suspense. Then, he turned to Aurora Sinclair and deadpanned, "He dominates us, but he’s never won a single game against Aurora!"

"...Hahaha..."

After a second of stunned silence, the group burst out laughing, pounding on the sofa and honking like geese, including Abel Lockwood who was standing nearby.

Only Aurora Sinclair silently stared at Zeke Quincy for a moment before suddenly taking all the yellow peaches—his favorite—from the fruit platter on the table.

Leigh Miles clutched his stomach, shaking with laughter. "Zeke, believe it or not, Aurora’s going to wreck you so bad you’ll be crying during tomorrow’s match."

Zeke Quincy was just about to say that Aurora wouldn’t hold a grudge, but to his surprise, Aurora Sinclair actually nodded in agreement. Munching on a yellow peach, she said with utmost seriousness, "I’ll wreck you..."

Zeke Quincy: ...

’Okay, okay, you’re the boss! I take it back!’

***

At Syland City International Airport, a large crowd of media had gathered because of the open qualifiers for "Conquest of Glory."

It was rumored that for this event, the President of EM Group’s Arcadia Headquarters would personally return to the country to oversee it. The leaders of Veridia’s gaming teams, big and small, were flocking to the city, adding a lot of buzz to the qualifiers.

The media, always well-informed, were all blocking the arrivals gate, waiting to get the scoop on this legendary President of EM Group.

Meanwhile, Arthur Lockwood’s plane suddenly received a notice from the terminal to delay its landing.

Arthur Lockwood laughed. "Looks like we’ve run into some VIP on the move."

After they disembarked and were about to exit through the nearest VIP channel, an airport staff member suddenly stopped them and said politely, "I’m sorry, sir, but this channel is temporarily closed. Please use the other exit..."

This was the first time Arthur Lockwood had ever encountered such a situation. He couldn’t help but ask, "Who’s the big shot up ahead?"

The staff member shook their head; they didn’t know who the people were either, as they were all unfamiliar faces.

Arthur Lockwood didn’t press them. He just called his group over and quickly headed for the other exit, curious to see at the arrivals gate which family was putting on such a grand display.

As soon as they reached the gate, they saw a dense, dark crowd of reporters gathered a short distance ahead.

"Well now, it really is a big shot..."

Arthur Lockwood assumed it was some major celebrity from Veridia. He made a teasing comment and, not paying it much mind, led his group toward the exit.

Aurora Sinclair glanced back at the man in sunglasses surrounded by reporters, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

’That man looks a little familiar!’

Meanwhile, Jared Miles, who was being escorted by bodyguards, was in a terrible mood. He had planned to return to the country discreetly, but some bastard had leaked his itinerary, attracting this swarm of reporters.

"Mr. Miles, are you back this time for the launch of the hidden Boxer class?"

"Mr. Miles, we heard that you personally designed the hidden Boxer class back in the day. Can you tell us what makes this class unique?"

"Mr. Miles, players are complaining that the Boxer class’s Skills are useless. What are your thoughts on that?"

Jared Miles suddenly stopped walking. He turned to that reporter and said sternly, "The Boxer’s Skills are by no means useless. Her true power can only be unleashed by someone who truly understands her!"

"Are you saying this class isn’t suitable for all players? Then why was it developed in the first place?"

Seeing that his boss was getting annoyed, the secretary quickly cut in, "Every class has players it’s suited for. We make games to satisfy the tastes of all players..."

But Jared Miles suddenly asked, "Do you have an autistic sister?"