My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 192 - 186: The Star of Romance Stirs, Which Rascal Is It?
"Is she going to be okay going back like that?" a girl asked worriedly.
She’s a girl, after all. Walking home alone at night after drinking so much?
The girl next to her immediately rolled her eyes. "She drinks booze like it’s water. What do you think?"
"Stop standing around and give me a hand. Mr. Guthrie is throwing up again."
Joyce Guthrie watched Aurora Sinclair’s retreating figure, her lovely brows slowly furrowing.
She hadn’t expected Aurora Sinclair’s alcohol tolerance to be so high.
A small, white pellet slipped unnoticed from between her fingers, falling to the ground and rolling into the dust.
***
"One embrace, one goodbye..."
Aurora Sinclair pulled out her phone and glanced at the screen. It was Alvin Morgan. She swiped her thumb across the screen and put the phone to her ear.
A man’s voice, as pleasant as a cello, came from the phone.
"Is it over?"
"Yeah..."
"Where are you?"
Aurora Sinclair glanced at a nearby sign and gave him a street name.
Then she heard his voice in her ear: "I’ll come get you."
A gust of wind blew past, and a familiar warmth seemed to fill her ears. The tips of her ears turned red, and the blush quickly spread, coloring her entire face.
"Okay..."
Aurora Sinclair managed a muffled sound from her throat.
After hanging up, she patted her warm cheeks and looked up at the starry sky, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.
On the peak of a snowy mountain, a certain old Daoist was observing the stars when he was suddenly startled. He said angrily, "The Star of Romance is stirring! Which damn brat is it?"
A figure descended from the mountaintop with the grace of a startled swan, rushing into a small courtyard with the urgent aura of his "Power".
After a chaotic scramble, he finally dug out a yellowed, ancient book from the bottom of a chest.
The title read: Heart Clarity Spell.
"HAHAHA..."
"What are you laughing at in the middle of the night? Keep it down for me!" A shrewish roar from next door successfully silenced the room.
The old Daoist lay in bed, thinking he would mail it to his foolish disciple tomorrow.
***
Under a streetlight, a petite figure was leaning against the lamp post, seemingly asleep.
When Alvin Morgan arrived, this was the scene that greeted him. The corners of his mouth lifted, and he felt an urge to smile.
Just as he was about to walk over and take her home, three or four thugs suddenly closed in on her.
Alvin Morgan’s expression changed, and he immediately shouted, "Aurora—"
He quickened his pace as he walked over.
The thugs had been watching Aurora Sinclair for a long time and didn’t want a party pooper showing up now.
Two of them immediately turned to block Alvin Morgan, one of them clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, buddy. Our boss has taken a liking to this one."
Alvin Morgan’s eyes darkened. He twisted his hand around, grabbing the man’s wrist and squeezing hard.
A shriek of "AHHH—" followed. The man’s face contorted in pain as he half-squatted, crying out, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
The other man threw a quick punch, but Alvin Morgan caught his wrist with his other hand and squeezed just as hard.
A hoarse, pig-like squeal was heard.
The bald man closest to Aurora Sinclair frowned, turning to look back at Alvin Morgan. Suddenly, "Power" erupted from his body, and the color of his pupils seemed to change.
Alvin Morgan was startled. The boss seized the opportunity, flashing in front of him and throwing a punch at him. But a slender hand caught his arm. The next moment, he was sent flying as if hit by a car, crashing to the ground.
The boss let out a furious roar, his pupils instantly turning amber. He charged forward like a gale, only to be sent flying back again by a punch from Aurora Sinclair.
He landed heavily on the ground and couldn’t get up for a long time.
"Aurora, he..."
Aurora Sinclair’s gaze turned cold. She walked over slowly, gathering "Power" in her palm as if to strike his head, but Alvin Morgan stopped her.
"Aurora, don’t do it yet!"
Afterward, all the thugs were taken away by the Morgan brothers.
Aurora Sinclair stood outside the interrogation room with a grim expression, watching the man whose pupils could change color.
The sounds of the interrogation drifted out intermittently. Beta Morgan was not his usual gentle self; his voice was extremely stern.
"Speak. Why do your pupils change color?"
The man was no longer as arrogant as before. He answered timidly, "I took some... medicine..."
"What kind of medicine?"
"It’s... you know... that kind of medicine..."
"Be honest! Do you want to get out of here or not?" Beta Morgan slammed his hand on the table, his face stern.
"Sir, I’m really not lying! A friend brought it back from abroad... I still have some in my pants pocket, you can take a look..."
Beta Morgan glanced at Dean Morgan, who immediately searched the man’s pockets and actually pulled out half a blister pack of pills.
A moment later, Beta Morgan came out of the interrogation room with the pills. "Sir... there’s no label..."
"Ask him where his friend is."
A few hours later, men from the Martial Affairs Bureau apprehended the person at the residence of a minor family.
The person tried to escape by jumping out a window but was immediately pinned to the ground by Dean Morgan, who was waiting outside.
Meanwhile, Beta Morgan’s analysis of the pill’s ingredients revealed large amounts of substances that stimulate bodily functions. It was somewhat like a high-dose stimulant, but it also enhanced a person’s physical potential.
"Sir, the rabbit’s Strength has increased." Beta Morgan swallowed, his throat tight.
He had only given the test rabbit 0.1g, but the creature began ramming its iron cage as if it had gone mad. Its impact strength had increased by three to four times.
Furthermore, the rabbit’s red eyes had lightened somewhat, seemingly a side effect of the drug.
Aurora Sinclair stared at the white rabbit in the lab, her eyes flickering as she clenched her fists tightly.
"RRRING—"
Alvin Morgan’s phone rang.
Aurora Sinclair’s heart tightened, and she looked at Alvin Morgan, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
He didn’t hide it from her, putting the call on speakerphone.
"Sir, we’ve found the source of the drug. It’s a medicine developed jointly by Niphoria’s Matsumoto Pharmaceuticals and IBG to unlock human potential. It’s only just reached phase one clinical trials and hasn’t been officially released..."
"Investigate it—"
After hanging up, Alvin Morgan glanced at the time. It was already past three in the morning, and Aurora Sinclair had class tomorrow.
"Aurora, go get some sleep."
Aurora Sinclair nodded.
Alvin Morgan took her home and told her, "I’m giving you a pass for your first class in the morning. Sleep in."
"Morgan, can I be kept updated on the investigation?"
Alvin Morgan paused for a moment. "You’re interested?"
"Yes."
"Alright, I’ll keep you informed."
After Alvin Morgan left, Aurora Sinclair immediately opened her computer and started searching for information on IBG. She only found one related research paper and nothing about the new drug.
When Jared Miles received Aurora Sinclair’s call in the middle of the night, he shot straight up in bed and started getting dressed. "Aurora, what happened?"
Aurora Sinclair recounted the events of the day, and the expression on Jared Miles’s face shifted repeatedly.
He turned on his computer and started searching. "I’ll look into that drug you mentioned. You should get to sleep. Drinking so much late at night? Aren’t you afraid Master’s wife will scold you?"
Aurora Sinclair was startled and asked in a small, guilty voice, "How did you know?"
"You get talkative when you drink."
"..."
***
「The next morning.」
Alvin Morgan looked helplessly at the figure in the front row. He walked over and asked, "Didn’t I give you the day off?"
Aurora Sinclair shook her head.
She couldn’t sleep even when she lay in bed. Her mind was filled with the image of that man’s color-changing pupils.
’His pupils changed color because he took a drug, so what about me? Is it because of a drug, too?’
Alvin Morgan saw her distant gaze and pursed his lips. To the astonishment of all the other students, he forcibly took the book and bag from Aurora Sinclair’s hands.
"Go back to sleep—"
