My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 244 - 238: I Am Willing to Serve You for a Lifetime
Mia froze. She thought she heard her brother’s voice.
Thinking she was just hearing things, she continued to rush forward, but was suddenly enveloped in a familiar embrace.
"Mia, I’m late..."
Mia trembled slightly. She turned around in disbelief, and only when she saw Arthur’s face did she burst into aggrieved sobs. "Brother... WAHHH..."
More than ten days of terror finally came pouring out as she cried her heart out.
Alvin Morgan’s brow furrowed slightly. He walked over, took Aurora Sinclair by the hand, and led her toward the innermost bedroom.
"Did you get hurt?" Alvin Morgan took a glass of milk from a warmer and handed it to her.
Aurora Sinclair shook her head, murmured her thanks, and quietly drank her milk.
The warmth from his body seemed to linger beside her, making her feel a little self-conscious.
The atmosphere in the room gradually grew warmer, and it felt as if Alvin Morgan’s gaze never left her.
"You look very nice in a dress."
Aurora Sinclair self-consciously tugged at the hem of her dress and shook her head. "It’s not practical."
"You don’t like wearing them?"
"It gets in the way of my training." At this, she suddenly looked up at Alvin Morgan. "Morgan, you haven’t done your boxing practice today."
Alvin Morgan stiffened. He rubbed his nose. "Can we... maybe today..."
"No." She had already placed the empty glass on the table beside her and stood up, her expression serious.
When Beta Morgan and Silas Morgan knocked tentatively on the door, Aurora Sinclair’s slightly cold voice came from inside. "He’s busy."
The two looked at each other, then glanced back at Arthur and Mia. "Let’s come back tonight!"
A look of instant understanding flashed in Arthur’s eyes, and he immediately pulled his sister away from the room.
Meanwhile, Mukelin Cole, who was on his way home, was beaming with delight, even humming an unknown tune. But his good mood soon turned to terror.
His car was surrounded by several other vehicles.
"Mr. Cole, our master would like a word—"
Mukelin Cole looked at their clothes, and his heart trembled. He immediately shouted, "The money! I’ll definitely pay it back!"
But he was still tied up and taken to a magnificent house.
A handsome man in a shirt sat on a sofa inside, surrounded by many girls in maid outfits.
"Lord Terry, I can pay you back right away."
Terry ate a grape fed to him by a maid, looking unconcerned. "I hear someone bought that garbage mine of yours?"
Mukelin Cole nodded hurriedly. "Yes, yes, a super-wealthy businessman bought it. I can pay you back right away."
A smile played on Terry’s lips, and he didn’t seem angry at all. "Who is he?"
"They were wearing masks the whole time, so I couldn’t see their faces. They communicated in the Masovian language."
Mukelin Cole carefully looked up. Seeing that Terry wasn’t satisfied with his answer, he added two more details: "His bodyguards have all had special training, and he really likes blonde girls. He only bought my mine to please that girl."
Terry paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. He wrapped an arm around the maid beside him and gave her a kiss.
"What about your daughter?"
"That rich businessman has taken a liking to her."
"Lucky you. You don’t have to pay me back." Terry lit a cigar and gave him a meaningful look.
Mukelin Cole’s face showed astonishment, followed by ecstasy. "Lord... are you serious?"
"Of course. But you have to do something for me."
***
That evening, Arthur brought Mia to thank Alvin Morgan and Aurora Sinclair.
She now knew that the people who had rescued her were from the Black Wolf Mercenary Corps, and the person who stopped her from hitting the wall was the Eastern Highlander she had mistaken for someone eloping.
"Miss Rory, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life to repay the debt my brother and I owe." Mia knelt before Aurora Sinclair with a sincere expression, performing a peculiar bow.
Aurora Sinclair couldn’t understand what she was saying and looked at Alvin Morgan in confusion.
"She wants to be your maid and serve you for life."
Aurora Sinclair shook her head repeatedly and bent down to pull the girl to her feet.
The light in Mia’s eyes dimmed a little, and she tried to sell herself again. "Miss Rory, I can do anything..."
"She doesn’t want a maid. You can find other work with The Black Wolves," Alvin Morgan said faintly, glancing at Silas Morgan at the same time.
Mia’s dim gaze brightened. "Really?"
Masovian law stipulated that women could not show their faces in public and had to be accompanied by a husband or brother when they went out. As a result, the only way for them to find work was to sell themselves into servitude.
The larger the city, the stricter the requirements for women—those who didn’t comply would be thrown in jail. However, the rules were more relaxed in the slums, and you could often see some women going out to work.
Her Ahm had supported them by washing clothes, cooking, and scavenging for others.
After receiving a look from his master, Silas Morgan immediately replied, "You can clean the house, do laundry, cook. If you want to be a mercenary, that’s also an option..."
Mia seemed stunned by the last sentence.
Her eyes widened. She had never seen a female mercenary before, and her gaze instinctively shifted to Aurora Sinclair.
"Like Miss Rory?"
Silas Morgan gave a slight nod. "If you can withstand high-Strength training, you can become a female mercenary."
Mia covered her mouth, extremely excited.
She suddenly stepped forward and hugged Aurora Sinclair, then stood on her tiptoes and kissed her on the cheek.
This was a traditional Masovian custom. When one found a person to admire and believe in, one had to offer them a kiss to show allegiance.
A kiss on the cheek was the highest form of this custom.
Beta Morgan might not have had much emotional intelligence, but his body was honest as he instinctively moved away from Alvin Morgan.
’How dare she kiss our Aurora? The boss is definitely going to flip. If he doesn’t, I’ll eat my hat.’
Sure enough, Alvin Morgan, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, paused, his hand frozen in mid-air. His gaze turned peculiar.
Silas Morgan shivered. He hadn’t expected that kid Arthur to be bold enough to run up to the boss and kiss the back of his hand as well.
"Boss, I swear to the Lord that I will follow, believe in, and revere you for the rest of my life."
Alvin Morgan was momentarily stunned. He coughed twice, then picked up his teacup and took two more sips.
Silas Morgan was struggling to hold back his laughter.
Beta Morgan trudged off woefully to go eat his hat.
***
To avoid attracting attention, they prepared to take a tour of the Gambling District the next day.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped out, they ran into Mukelin Cole waiting by the entrance.
"My lord, are you heading to the Gambling District? I know a casino that will absolutely suit your tastes, sir."
Silas Morgan’s brow furrowed slightly. ’This guy is really thick-skinned.’
He was just about to refuse when he heard Alvin Morgan’s voice. "Let’s go take a look."
Silas Morgan opened the car door and let him get in.
Mukelin Cole bowed to Alvin Morgan. "Sir, I hope Mia hasn’t caused you any trouble?"
Alvin Morgan nodded. "She’s fine."
He glanced at the figure sitting next to Alvin Morgan, somewhat disappointed that it wasn’t Mia.
Today, Mia and Arthur had both been left at the hotel, the reason being that minors weren’t allowed in the Gambling District.
Silas Morgan figured it was definitely because the pair’s display of etiquette last night had embarrassed their boss, which was why they weren’t allowed to come along today.
Led by Mukelin Cole, the group arrived at a relatively large casino.
This was one of Aurumport’s more famous specialty casinos. Because the owner had a peculiar fetish, the staff were basically all beautiful, blonde-haired girls in maid outfits.
The moment Silas Morgan walked in, he was instantly exasperated.
Mukelin Cole, clearly a regular, greeted the staff and led the group to exchange their chips, completely taking over the guide’s job. This made Silas inwardly furious.
He asked with a smile, "Mr. Cole, have you sold yourself to Lord Terry already?"
Mukelin Cole looked a little awkward.
The guide turned to Alvin Morgan and said, "Sir, if this place makes you uncomfortable, we can go to a different casino."
Although he had sold himself to the Gambling District, he was part of the official management department, so the casino bosses here generally didn’t dare to offend him.
"It’s fine. Since we’re here, let’s play a couple of hands," Alvin Morgan said faintly.
His gaze followed Aurora Sinclair’s to a table not far away, and he led her over.
