My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 235 - 229: Aurora, Is the Chanting Working?
The woman, who had been lunging forward, froze. She stared in Alvin Morgan’s direction, as if in disbelief.
Aurora Sinclair hurried over and stood behind him, looking at the files on the computer.
It contained a great deal of research material on the A-plan from forty years ago. This Lord was one of the twenty-six Super Soldiers who had escaped back then.
"What is this?" It was the first time Aurora Sinclair had seen anything about the A-plan. She stopped Alvin Morgan’s hand as he was about to close the file.
Her expression was exceptionally serious, her lips pressed into a thin line. The chill from her fingertips seemed to travel through his hand and into his heart.
He turned his hand over and clasped hers, whispering, "This happened forty years ago. It has nothing to do with you."
Just then, the woman behind them had a sudden realization and exclaimed, "So, she’s the child of one of the remnants! No wonder her talent is so high..."
Aurora Sinclair turned to see the woman sitting on the floor, an enigmatic expression on her face. "Little girl, are your motor functions beyond human? If you don’t suppress them, do you lose control?"
Aurora Sinclair froze, but Alvin Morgan, beside her, calmly replied, "No..."
The woman didn’t believe him in the slightest. She pointed to her own eyes. "Young man, my eyes may be blind, but my heart isn’t. We ran genetic projections back then. While it’s extremely difficult for a Super Soldier to have children, if they succeed, the child inherits one hundred percent of their abilities. Their talent and power would be even more terrifying than the first generation’s. What’s more, the rate of ancestral gene expression is as high as fifty percent. They would already meet the criteria to become a God."
As she spoke, an ecstatic expression contorted the woman’s face. "Little girl, get me out of here, and I can make you a supreme God. I can even ensure that you won’t lose your mind when your ancestral genes activate..."
Her words struck a nerve, and Aurora Sinclair’s body trembled.
Seeing Aurora Sinclair’s head bowed in silence, Alvin Morgan immediately stood up and pulled her into his arms. His gaze fell coldly on the woman on the floor.
"And turn her into someone with a split personality? Your failed experiment is currently in The International Penitentiary."
The woman paused, then burst into laughter. "He never met the standard to begin with. In this world, perhaps only a surviving second-generation child could succeed. To think that in my lifetime, I would witness the birth of the perfect specimen..."
The woman seemed to be descending into madness, laughing uncontrollably.
Alvin Morgan reached out and covered one of Aurora’s ears, whispering into the other, "She’s insane. Don’t believe a word she says."
"Little girl, I read Professor Young’s research notes back then. They described the optimal state for the A-plan to unlock human potential. You’ve only unlocked fifty percent of yours. Once you reach one hundred percent, you’ll be the God of this world."
The woman continued her tempting offer, certain Aurora would agree to her terms.
"How many variations can the beta-blocking protein exhibit on the C-3 gene?" Alvin Morgan suddenly interrupted.
The woman froze and fell silent. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as if she were trying to recall a specific experimental procedure. ’How many variations... How many did the professor write down...?’
But she found she couldn’t remember. Clutching her head, she started screaming like a madwoman.
Alvin Morgan’s voice sounded in Aurora’s ear again. "See? She can’t even remember. How could she possibly help you?"
Alvin Morgan reached up and stroked her hair, then pulled her down to sit. "Aurora, let me use your watch."
The two sat back down at the computer and began copying all the laboratory’s files.
After her fit of madness, the woman behind them finally quieted down. She curled into a ball, as if she had expended every last ounce of her energy.
Her eyes were vacant as she suddenly began humming a melody.
Aurora Sinclair suddenly turned her head. She stared at the woman in surprise for a moment, then shot to her feet, rushed over, and gripped her by the shoulders. "How do you know that song?"
The woman ignored her and continued to hum, tears streaming from her eyes as if from a deep sorrow.
"Aurora, is something wrong with the song?" Alvin Morgan came over.
Aurora Sinclair turned, her eyes filled with a complex emotion. "My mother used to sing it..."
The chains binding the woman on the floor were long. They stretched from the Nutrition Repair Chamber, allowing her to reach the glass-walled room on the opposite side.
Aurora Sinclair immediately stood up and walked toward the room.
It was very clean inside, with a bathroom and a toilet.
There was a small single bed, and a few changes of clothes were laid on a nearby cabinet.
Next to the pillow were several biology books. On top of the stack was a pocket watch.
Aurora Sinclair picked up the pocket watch and saw the name "Young" engraved on its case.
She opened the watch. Inside was a photograph of a young man. He was quite handsome, with a sharp, capable look in his eyes.
"Morgan, do you know him?"
Alvin Morgan studied it for a moment, then looked at the woman. "You are from the Young Family?"
The words had barely left his mouth when the woman’s body trembled. She scrambled to her feet, agitated. "What did you take?"
She struggled to get closer, but the chains held her back, keeping her from reaching the computer desk.
"What’s your name?" Alvin Morgan tossed the pocket watch to her.
The woman clutched the watch tightly, her panicked expression softening as if she’d found an anchor.
"It’s been a long time since anyone asked me that question."
She suddenly laughed, a desolate sound.
Alvin Morgan guessed she might be related to Professor Young. He glanced at Aurora Sinclair, then said to the woman in a level voice, "I can get you out of here, but you’ll have to stay here for two more days."
The woman stared at him in disbelief, her silver pupils seeming to brighten. "You’ll really get me out?"
"I’ll take you back to Veridia."
***
After copying all the files from the lab, the two prepared to leave.
As they walked away, the woman called out to their backs, "What I said about becoming a God wasn’t just mad rambling! Professor Young had already found a way to unlock one’s full potential while suppressing the ancestral genes. It’s a shame those short-sighted fools in the Young Family had him killed. Serves them right!"
Aurora Sinclair glanced back, feeling that the woman was telling the truth.
Alvin Morgan put an arm around her shoulder. "We’ll get her out."
The two retraced their steps up the stairs. Just as they opened the secret door, they heard the voice of the bald, one-eyed man outside.
Alvin Morgan quickly shut the secret door, jamming his watch in the gap to make sure they could still hear what was happening outside.
"Dammit, one dies and another fucking one shows up. What rotten luck. At this rate, when will I ever get to be Lord?" The bald, one-eyed man stormed in, his face contorted with rage.
The subordinate trailing him wore an obsequious smile. "Sir, even if the Lord isn’t dead, he’s gravely wounded. He couldn’t have gotten far. Besides, he took a mercenary from The Black Wolves hostage. Who knows, maybe that merc will be the one to kill him."
The bald, one-eyed man sat in the office chair the Lord usually used. He stared at the painting on the opposite wall, his hands clenched into tight fists.
’I hope he’s dead for good.’
"Sir, those two who came today... they’re strange. Should we just...?" The subordinate made a slicing motion across his throat.
A murderous glint flashed in the bald, one-eyed man’s eye. He slammed his fist on the desk. "Send her to The White Bears tomorrow. I refuse to believe they can’t kill her..."
"But what about Black...?"
"An outsider wants to meddle in the affairs of The Eastern Highlands? Make him shut his mouth tomorrow." The bald, one-eyed man replied, a knowing look in his eye. The subordinate understood instantly.
"Hurry up and find the S Sedative formula."
***
In the passage behind the secret door, Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan leaned against it, listening.
The passageway was narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through. To eavesdrop, they both had their backs against the wall, straining to hear.
Aurora Sinclair’s body was pressed almost completely against Alvin Morgan’s.
She hadn’t paid it much mind before, but now that the voices outside had fallen silent, the position suddenly felt rather intimate.
They were so close they could almost feel each other’s heartbeats.
His warm breath made the tips of her ears turn red, and her heart began to beat a little faster.
As if sensing her reaction, a smile played on Alvin Morgan’s lips. He lowered his head, braced one hand against the wall, and effectively trapped her in his embrace.
Aurora Sinclair stared blankly at his chest, frozen in place, silently reciting the Heart Calming Scripture.
Alvin Morgan’s breath drew nearer, its warmth seeming to scorch her skin. Aurora pressed herself tightly against the wall, as if she could melt right into it.
Suddenly, a rush of heat touched her ear, followed by a low, husky voice. "Aurora, is the scripture working?"
Aurora Sinclair looked up abruptly, just as his lips brushed gently against her forehead.
