My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 242 - 236: Doesn’t the Master’s Conscience Hurt?
A flamboyantly dressed woman stood at the door, coolly smoking a cigarette.
Only then did Mukelin Cole stop. He shot the girl a venomous glare, grabbed her by the hair, and mercilessly dragged her into the house.
"Dad, where did this beggar come from? She stinks! Don’t let her in the house."
The girl peered through her matted hair toward the source of the voice. It was a clean-cut little boy, staring at her with a look of utter disgust.
His face was chubby, his body like a little meatball—a world apart from her and her brother.
’He’s clearly never gone hungry a day in his life.’
Mukelin Cole immediately stopped and turned, putting on the face of a doting father to appease him. "Alright, Dad will let her go right now."
"Make her get lost! My friends are coming over this afternoon!"
The girl bit her lip hard, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
’So this is my half-brother?’
"RRRING—"
Mukelin Cole’s phone suddenly rang.
He froze. When he saw the call was from the mining area, a cold shiver ran down his spine. But he had to answer—the power in the mining area belonged to The Royal Family.
His expression changed in an instant, his voice and attitude becoming utterly sycophantic.
"Sir, you were saying..."
"Really? Someone really wants to buy my Mine No. 89?"
"Yes, of course. I’ll be there on time tomorrow..."
Mukelin Cole was so overjoyed he literally jumped for joy. He ran to the door, pulled his wife into a fierce hug, and planted a heavy kiss on her. "This is fantastic! We’re saved!"
His wife stubbed her cigarette out on the adjacent doorframe and asked, puzzled, "What happened?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"The mining area called. Some mega-rich boss has taken an interest in that worthless mine we bought."
"Really?" His wife’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The family of three immediately went inside the warm house, leaving a filthy girl curled up by the door.
"Brother... Ahm..."
***
"Mukelin, I have a bad feeling about this. What if the mine you bought isn’t worthless after all?" his wife said, sitting on the sofa. She picked up another cigarette, lit it, and placed it between her lips.
Hearing this, Mukelin Cole’s excited expression grew cautious. ’She’s right. If it were a worthless mine, why would a mega-rich boss be interested?’
"I’ll sound them out tomorrow. If it’s really not a worthless mine, then we’ll keep it."
The couple was in instant agreement.
「Meanwhile.」
Alvin Morgan took Aurora Sinclair to Aurumport’s most luxurious shopping mall.
Everything here had to be paid for, and the prices were so high that ordinary people couldn’t afford to shop there.
Although food, clothing, housing, and transportation were free in Aurumport, this was linked to their spending. They hadn’t spent any money in The Gambling District yet, so they had to pay for their purchases—at triple the outside world’s prices.
"Morgan, what are we doing here?" Aurora Sinclair asked, looking at Alvin Morgan. She wore a half-mask and was licking an ice cream cone.
"Buying a few outfits."
Alvin Morgan led her straight to a women’s clothing store.
Beta Morgan stood at the entrance, glanced at the lingerie brand sign above, and shuddered again.
Aurora Sinclair’s eyes went wide as she watched Alvin Morgan reel off a series of numbers, telling the sales assistant to pick out lingerie for her. She shook her head repeatedly and backed away.
"Be good. You’ll need to wear it tomorrow."
He walked out of the store and headed into several neighboring shops.
In a flash, he bought seven or eight dresses and pairs of shoes.
Beta Morgan, having witnessed the entire process, was left speechless.
’The boss sure has... unique taste.’
That evening, to everyone’s astonishment, Aurora Sinclair shyly emerged wearing a poofy dress and little leather shoes.
If one could ignore the god-awful haircut and the face made up to look like a boy’s...
...what a delightful sight it would have been!
Beta Morgan secretly snapped a photo and sent it to The Morgan Brothers’ group chat.
[Beta: The boss picked out this whole outfit. (Image)]
[Gamma: ...The boss’s aesthetic is certainly unique. Is this a Lolita look?]
[Dixon: ??? Who is this?]
[Wind: Dixon, who else could it be? It’s you-know-who.]
[Lightning: Holy crap! I almost didn’t recognize her. Fourth Master is laughing so hard he’s pounding the floor...]
[Lightning: Fourth Master says the boss has some intense tastes to be able to look at that face.]
[Beta: You guys are derailing the thread! I told you to look at the clothes! Stop talking about her face! Careful, or the boss will dock your pay.]
[Thunder: The Madam asks, doesn’t the boss’s conscience hurt? Ruining his own girl’s face like that?]
[Rain: The Eldest Young Master says, after careful analysis, those bangs are definitely the boss’s handiwork. He used to give dogs haircuts just like that when he was a kid.]
Beta Morgan stared helplessly at the increasingly derailed conversation, then silently turned off his phone.
...
Alvin Morgan said with satisfaction, "It looks great. Wear this tomorrow."
Everyone: ...
***
「The next day.」
Mukelin Cole, dressed in a sharp suit, and his lavishly attired wife got into the car sent by the mining area to pick them up.
The drive from their house to the most luxurious hotel in Aurumport took an hour.
The driver glanced at the two in the rearview mirror and curled his lip in disdain.
Mukelin could hardly contain his joy. He felt like he’d won the lottery.
His wife stared at the car’s glittering gold interior, unable to take her hands off it.
Until the driver up front snorted, "Don’t touch anything. You can’t afford to pay for it if you break it."
The two of them immediately retracted their hands and sat properly.
The car followed Aurumport’s widest road and drove through a gate guarded by mercenaries.
Mukelin Cole quickly had his wife straighten his tie and fix his hair.
The pair gazed at the magnificent hotel lobby before them and walked in, their hearts pounding with trepidation.
When the receptionist heard he was a guest of the Diamond Level VIP, her dismissive expression instantly turned attentive. She personally led them to the presidential suite on the top floor.
It was accessible only by a direct VIP elevator.
The moment the elevator doors opened, Mukelin nearly fell to his knees.
A number of bodyguards in suits and masks stood at the door, the waists of their jackets all bulging conspicuously.
The receptionist said politely, "Hello, this is Mr. Mukelin Cole and his wife, invited by the gentleman."
Beta Morgan sized him up and said sternly, "The boss isn’t up yet. This way."
The reception room was enormous, with a pure, handmade wool carpet that felt soft and plush underfoot.
When Mukelin Cole’s wife saw the cigars casually left on the coffee table, her eyes lit up.
She was a heavy smoker and had no resistance to tobacco.
Beta Morgan noticed her staring at the cigars on the table and made a "help yourself" gesture.
「Meanwhile, in the next room.」
Aurora Sinclair, blushing, was wearing a wig and the poofy dress, practicing how to sit on Alvin Morgan’s lap naturally without looking stiff.
"Aurora, you need to put your arms around my neck and rest your head naturally on my shoulder," Alvin Morgan said with a smile, patting her arm.
But Aurora Sinclair’s body only grew more rigid. Although her arms were around Alvin Morgan’s neck, her entire body was ramrod straight.
Seen in the mirror, their posture looked strange no matter how you looked at it.
"Why don’t you pretend I’m a pillow?"
"..."
A sudden knock came from the door.
Beta Morgan opened the door and came in. "Boss, they’re here... uh..."
His body froze instantly when he saw the two of them inside.
A chill seemed to creep from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, and he froze solid.
’I must not have slept well. My eyes are playing tricks on me.’
Beta Morgan gripped the doorknob, took a few steps back, and closed the door. He took a deep breath and opened it again.
But the scene inside was unchanged: his boss was in a silk robe, with a girl in a poofy dress, a golden wig, and a half-mask sitting on his lap.
His hand was even resting intimately on the girl’s stockinged leg.
’Holy shit! Is the boss being a pervert in broad daylight?’
Alvin Morgan’s brow furrowed slightly, as if he’d been interrupted during something important. His gaze on Beta Morgan darkened.
He said coolly, "Let him in."
