My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 68 - 64: Janet Sinclair’s Return (Part 2)

"That’s right. Fourth Master is now the second young miss’s guardian."

"Tch..."

***

The Sinclair Family had two cars waiting in the parking lot: a seven-seater SUV for the bodyguards, and Janet Sinclair’s personal treasure—a limited-edition sports coupe with a price tag of eighty million, which she had paid for herself.

Janet Sinclair opened her car door, kicked off her heels with a flourish, and got in. She peeled out, leaving the bodyguards far behind.

Instead of going to Tanner Sinclair’s house, she drove straight to Kingsford No. 1 High School.

The red sports coupe pulled up to the school gate, its flashy, ostentatious presence drawing the attention of the security guard.

Janet Sinclair parked, opened the door, and leaned casually against the car, bowing her head to light a slim cigarette.

After taking two quick drags, she pulled out her phone. She held it in one hand, her bright red-polished thumb slowly scrolling across the screen as she read up on the Sinclair Family’s recent affairs.

Almost all of it was about Aurora Sinclair.

Her cool expression faltered as her brow furrowed slightly.

’As expected of Second Brother’s daughter!’

Finishing her cigarette, Janet Sinclair flicked the butt away and strode toward the school gate.

***

The guard, seemingly intimidated by her presence, quietly asked the reason for her visit. Janet Sinclair took off her sunglasses, her lips curving into a wicked smirk. "I’m here to pick up my niece."

The guard’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Trembling, he asked her to fill out a form with her own and her niece’s information.

Janet Sinclair scribbled something in a flamboyant cursive so wild it was impossible to read.

The guard didn’t dare ask any more questions and opened the main gate for her.

’This woman was clearly a young lady from one of the Great Families—not someone to be trifled with.’

As Janet Sinclair strolled through the campus of Kingsford No. 1 High School, a hint of nostalgia surfaced in her eyes. This had been her alma mater.

Classes were in session, so the campus was nearly deserted of students and teachers.

Following her vague memories, she found the renovated high school building.

Not until she reached the third floor did she run into a teacher walking over from the classrooms.

After confirming her identity, the teacher led her to the faculty office and called out to a desk in the back, "Barron! A parent from your class is here."

Leon Barron was grading homework. When he looked up and saw the somewhat familiar face, his brain short-circuited. He shot to his feet with a CLATTER.

Janet Sinclair’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Leon Barron?" she asked uncertainly.

"Ja... Janet..." he stammered, his voice tight with nerves.

"Well, well. It’s been a few years. You’re a teacher now?" Janet Sinclair sized up her old high school deskmate, roasting him without mercy.

In his youth, Leon Barron had been the class’s "problem child"—not the troublemaking kind, but the super-zen kind. He was unhurried about everything, with a lazy disposition that frustrated anyone who had to deal with him.

Their daily routine consisted of her studying her heart out, driven to be the best, while he diligently slept on his desk. Come exam time, he’d take first place and she’d get second. It was maddening.

’I can’t believe it. A guy who seemed content to just coast through life, with zero ambition, is now a teacher?’

Janet Sinclair looked him up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Leon Barron’s heart was hammering in his chest. "Wh-why... why are you here?" he stammered.

"I’m here to get my niece out of school for the afternoon."

Only then did Leon Barron remember that she was the young lady of the Sinclair Family of Kingsford. His expression darkened slightly. He glanced at the timetable on his desk and said softly, "All right..."

***

After class, Leon Barron called Aurora Sinclair to his office.

Janet Sinclair sat in Leon Barron’s office chair, sizing her up. Aurora’s features had matured. She had Second Brother’s eyes, exactly, and Second Sister-in-law’s nose and mouth. Her face was a perfect blend of their best features, but her expression was as blank as ever.

"You remember me, right? I’m your aunt." Janet Sinclair stood up as she spoke. In her heels, she was half a head taller than Aurora Sinclair.

Aurora Sinclair nodded and obediently called out, "Aunt."

"Barron, I’m taking her with me."

Leon Barron handed her the signed permission slip. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing. Aurora Sinclair glanced back and forth between them, curious.

Janet Sinclair put her sunglasses back on and strode coolly ahead. Aurora Sinclair, backpack slung over her shoulder, followed slowly.

A considerable distance quickly grew between them.

Janet Sinclair glanced back, frowning. As she remembered it, Aurora was supposed to be fast.

"What’s wrong with your legs? I remember you being a fast runner."

Aurora Sinclair shook her head. "I can’t walk too fast."

Janet Sinclair glanced at her baggy school uniform and chuckled. "You’ve got weights on, don’t you?"

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes widened in surprise, as if wondering how she knew.

Janet Sinclair sighed in amusement. "Your master is really something else..."

The curiosity in Aurora’s eyes grew.

A smug smile played on Janet Sinclair’s lips. She reached out and tapped Aurora’s forehead. "I spent some time with the criminal investigation squad back in the day. Now hurry up, I’m taking you somewhere!"

The sports coupe’s doors swung open like wings. Janet Sinclair slid expertly into the driver’s seat, patting the passenger seat beside her and waving to the girl outside. "Hop in—"

Aurora Sinclair dutifully climbed into the sports coupe, buckled her seatbelt, and sat with her knees together, her hands wrapped around her backpack. She looked the very picture of a well-behaved student.

Janet had just changed her shoes when she noticed Aurora’s posture. Her temple throbbed. She sat up straight and pressed a button. The entire roof of the sports coupe began to retract, making Aurora’s eyes go wide once more.

A mischievous grin spread across Janet Sinclair’s face. With both hands on the steering wheel, she asked coolly, "Ready, little niece?"

Aurora Sinclair stared at her blankly and nodded.

"Then let’s go..."

She slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

It was noon, and with few cars on the road, Janet Sinclair’s coupe was flying.

Aurora Sinclair finally shifted in her seat, her hand slowly reaching for the grab handle on the door.

They sped along the ring road, heading straight for the mountains to the west.

The mountain wind whipped past, chilling their cheeks.

"Little niece, know where we’re going?"

Aurora Sinclair shook her head and replied blankly, "No."

Janet Sinclair glanced at her, a smile playing on her lips.

"I’m going to sell you for cash..."