My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 211 - 205: Aurora Sinclair, You’re So Easy to Fool
Melody Sinclair drove Leigh Miles to school, as she always did, before taking Titus to a learning center to play.
The drive from Kingsford No. 1 High School wasn’t long, just over half an hour.
Suddenly, the car ahead slammed on its brakes. Melody Sinclair reacted instantly, but she still rear-ended it.
"Tiger, Auntie Sinclair is going to get out and handle this. You sit tight and be a good boy."
Titus nodded and went back to playing with his new toy.
Melody Sinclair got out of her car and began speaking with the other driver.
Just then, another car screeched to a halt beside hers. Five or six people jumped out, yanked open her car door, and snatched Titus.
"Auntie...!"
Melody Sinclair froze in shock. As she started to turn, she felt a wave of force from a palm strike coming from behind.
She dodged it with a swift movement.
The attacker, surprised that Melody Sinclair knew martial arts, saw his first strike fail. He immediately pulled out a gun and threatened, "You’re coming with us."
Melody Sinclair froze. Hearing Titus’s cries behind her, she demanded angrily, "What do you want?"
The road was somewhat remote, with no security cameras on either side. The incident involving the three cars went unnoticed.
"Get in the car!"
With Titus in their hands, Melody Sinclair had no choice but to surrender. They tied her wrists and forced her into the car.
***
Meanwhile, Aurora Sinclair, who was in the middle of a class, suddenly received a text message from an unknown number.
[If you want your little brother and nanny to live, get to 289 Kingsford Outskirts alone within three hours. Dare to call the police, and I’ll kill them.]
A photo was attached, showing Titus and Melody Sinclair bound hand and foot.
Aurora Sinclair’s pupils constricted. In the next instant, she bolted from the classroom.
"Aurora Sinclair—"
She moved so fast that everyone thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.
On campus, a figure suddenly appeared directly in the path of a moving car, and the terrified driver slammed on the brakes.
The next moment, his door was yanked open. "You—"
"I’m borrowing your car."
The driver was yanked from his seat, and Aurora Sinclair slid in.
She slammed the door, stomped on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
The head of the chemistry department, now standing beside the road, was left utterly dumbfounded.
’Was that Aurora Sinclair?’
Benjamin Morgan, who was in the middle of an experiment, was interrupted by the lab’s buzzer.
He turned to see Chester Greene and a group of other teachers standing outside, their expressions tense.
He immediately stopped his experiment and went out to meet them.
"What’s wrong?"
"Aurora Sinclair carjacked my new car," the head of the chemistry department complained, his expression sour.
Benjamin Morgan’s brow furrowed.
***
Meanwhile, Aurora Sinclair was already on the highway, following her navigation app.
Her phone rang again—another unknown number.
A distorted voice came through the speaker. "I’ve changed my mind. I’m taking the nanny to 79 Kingsford Outskirts. So, Aurora Sinclair, which location will you go to? Who will you save first? Hahaha..."
Aurora Sinclair’s expression darkened. She hung up, searched for the new address, and saw it was over a hundred kilometers from her current destination.
She didn’t change her route, continuing toward 289 Kingsford Outskirts.
Her phone rang again. Before she could answer, the call connected automatically. It was Alvin Morgan. "I’ll go to 79 Kingsford Outskirts. You watch yourself."
He had already hacked her phone and overheard the last call.
Aurora Sinclair grunted in acknowledgment.
The address, 289 Kingsford Outskirts, led to a remote, abandoned factory. The grounds were vast and littered with scrap. The surrounding buildings were deserted, their windows shattered, glass crunching underfoot.
As Aurora Sinclair entered the premises, she could already sense numerous people lying in wait. Their auras were strong; most of them were Great Martial Masters.
Her phone rang again.
"Aurora Sinclair, there’s a big surprise waiting for you in the warehouse up ahead."
Aurora Sinclair pressed her lips together and walked forward. She pushed open the large warehouse doors to find piles of scrap steel plates stacked taller than a man.
She had only taken a few steps inside when the door slammed shut behind her.
The door was made of some special, incredibly hard metal.
Aurora Sinclair glanced back, her expression unfazed, and continued deeper into the building.
The space was vast, but the atmosphere was oppressive. The doors and windows were sealed, leaving the air stagnant and close.
The room was empty. At the far end of the warehouse stood a tightly locked metal door.
An electronic screen next to the metal door flickered to life as Aurora Sinclair approached.
The screen showed a water-filled cell. Melody Sinclair’s body was bobbing in the water, her face obscured. She appeared to be unconscious.
Just then, a hoarse voice crackled from a speaker on the door.
"Want to save her?"
"Strip naked..."
"Strip, and I’ll let you in."
Aurora Sinclair clenched her fist and slammed it into the door, but the metal didn’t even budge.
"That door is made of a space-grade alloy. You can’t break it open."
But Aurora Sinclair kept pounding on the door, her fists already starting to bleed.
"Hahaha... Aurora Sinclair, you can’t open it! Waste any more time, and she’ll really be dead."
Suddenly, Aurora Sinclair looked up at the lit camera. With a flick of her finger, a screen in the monitoring room instantly dissolved into static.
The people in the monitoring room were stunned. They immediately tried to switch to other cameras, but the screens went to static one after another. No matter what they did, they couldn’t get a visual on Aurora Sinclair.
Furious, someone in the monitoring room slammed a button, and on the one remaining screen, the figure in the water sank a little lower.
Aurora Sinclair resumed smashing the door. Finally, the wall around the frame couldn’t withstand the repeated impacts and shattered. The entire metal door crashed to the ground.
The people in the monitoring room watched in shock as Aurora Sinclair walked into the water-filled cell, her face a mask of pure killing intent. Her hands, hanging at her sides, were a bloody, mangled mess.
"Miss, Aurora Sinclair is inside."
Joyce Guthrie, orchestrating everything remotely from her dorm room, wasn’t surprised. A slight smile touched her lips. ’The real show is about to begin.’
The water-filled cell was large, the murky water revealing no bottom. A foul stench assaulted her senses.
Melody Sinclair was suspended by chains in the center. To one side, another set of chains held a corpse, which was the source of the putrid smell.
Holding her breath, Aurora Sinclair leaped into the cell and swam toward Melody Sinclair.
Melody Sinclair’s body was sinking lower. Aurora Sinclair swam quickly, but just as she reached out to grab her, the woman suddenly turned, a spray canister in her hand, and sprayed it directly into Aurora’s face.
"Hahaha... Aurora Sinclair, you’re so gullible."
Aurora Sinclair looked calmly at the man disguised as Melody Sinclair before her eyes fluttered shut.
"The girl is all yours."
***
Elsewhere, Melody Sinclair and Titus were brought into an elegant villa. The building looked old-fashioned from the outside, but its interior was styled in a very modern way.
There was a long sofa facing a computer desk. A high-backed leather swivel chair sat before the desk, its occupant hidden from view.
Melody Sinclair asked warily, "Who are you? Why did you kidnap us?"
"It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Auntie?" a young woman’s voice called out from the chair.
Melody Sinclair’s eyes widened in an instant, her heart clenching.
The chair spun around, revealing Eve Lowell.
"So this must be my little cousin?"
Melody Sinclair didn’t answer. She suddenly snapped the restraints on her wrists, pulled Titus protectively behind her, and eyed the surrounding people with caution.
"Auntie, we’re family. There’s no need to be so defensive," Eve Lowell said with a smile. "I’ve brought you here mainly because Grandfather wants to meet his little grandson."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Melody Sinclair denied, clutching Titus tightly.
Eve Lowell glanced at Titus and smiled. "Auntie, secrets can’t be kept forever. Grandfather will be here shortly. After all, the boy has Lowell blood. It’s only natural he be raised in the Lowell family home."
Melody Sinclair’s heart sank. She focused all of her Power into her hands, preparing to unleash a Deadly Strike on the Fifth Rank Martial Arts Master by the door.
"Auntie, the Lowell family has numerous Martial Arts Masters. You won’t be able to escape."
Eve Lowell watched as Melody Sinclair scooped up Titus and made a break for the exit, a mocking sneer touching her lips.
’The Lowell family is just one big cage. No one can escape their fate...’
A moment later, Melody Sinclair was sent flying back by a palm strike from Hugo Lowell, crashing hard onto the floor.
"You wretched girl!"
Titus ran over, crying, and knelt to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Auntie..."
Melody Sinclair forced herself up and pulled him close, her eyes fixed warily on the people opposite them.
Every single one of them was more powerful than she was.
Hugo Lowell’s face was grim as he looked down at her. "Indie Lowell, look at yourself. You bear no resemblance to a daughter of the main Lowell family."
Melody Sinclair’s ribs were broken. She trembled from the pain, and blood trickled continuously from the corner of her mouth.
"Bad man... You’re a bad man..."
Titus suddenly broke free from Melody Sinclair’s embrace and charged at Hugo Lowell, his little fists swinging.
"Tiger... come back!" Melody Sinclair cried out, pale with fright, her hand grasping at empty air.
Hugo Lowell, however, wasn’t angry. He easily restrained Titus’s small body with one hand and burst out laughing. "To have developed Power at such a young age! The heavens are truly blessing the Lowell family! Hahaha..."
Indie Lowell, fighting through the pain, roared, "He is not one of the Lowell family!"
"Whether he is or not isn’t for you to decide. Take them away!"
