My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 112 - 106: Foolishness is Contagious

Aurora Sinclair blinked a couple of times and shook her head at them. "My master’s wife wants me to study archaeology."

"What? Archaeology? I disagree! You were born to study the sciences, how can you study archaeology? Who is this master’s wife of yours? I’m going to go have a word with her..."

Chester Greene looked just like a flustered rabbit at that moment, stomping his feet with displeasure, completely devoid of his usual composure.

But Erin Archer burst out laughing. "Hahaha... Silly girl, the archaeology major is in the Academy of History."

Compared to Chester Greene, she hadn’t had much of an advantage, especially since Alvin Morgan was on his side. She never expected such a sudden, favorable turn of events, and the joy in Erin Archer’s eyes was impossible to hide.

"No, absolutely not! You can’t go into that major. With your scores, you have to come to our College of Physics! Alvin Morgan, say something! If this girl doesn’t come to the College of Physics, wouldn’t it be a waste?"

Chester Greene was so anxious he kept giving Alvin Morgan pointed looks, one step away from physically dragging him forward to speak.

A smile played on Alvin Morgan’s lips. He reached out and rescued the poor Aurora Sinclair from the two professors’ grasp. Ignoring his senior’s ashen face, he said with a smile, "What she wants to choose is her own choice."

"You brat! You’re betraying your own! Just wait, I’m telling our master!" Chester Greene fumed, glaring and practically bristling. He grabbed his phone and called Master Morgan.

Alvin Morgan shook his head and led Aurora Sinclair to the lounge to get her things.

Only then did Aurora Sinclair notice she had over 100 missed calls and more than 30 text messages on her phone.

Alvin Morgan glanced at it and said with a smile, "They must have found out about your scores!"

Aurora Sinclair nodded and called Master Sinclair back.

But on the other end, Master Sinclair was swarmed by reporters.

He had planned to go find Aurora Sinclair himself, but he had barely left his villa complex when he was blocked by reporters who had rushed over to interview her. "Sorry, I’m busy right now. It’s not a convenient time for an interview!"

But the reporters had no intention of letting him go so easily, and they fired one question after another at him.

"We heard that Aurora Sinclair was sent to the mountains to practice martial arts as a child. Was that to build her perseverance from a young age?"

"Is her excellent academic performance related to this perseverance?"

"A while ago, there was a scandal exposed by the Calligraphy Association. It’s said that Stella Sinclair plagiarized a painting by Aurora Sinclair. What is your comment on that?"

...

The barrage of questions gave Master Sinclair a headache.

Butler Sinclair, in the passenger seat, held out a phone. "Family Head, the Second Young Miss is calling!"

A flash of delight appeared in Master Sinclair’s eyes. He ignored the reporters’ protests and immediately rolled up the car window.

"Aurora, where are you?"

"Arcadian University Laboratory."

"Aurora, you got a perfect score on your college entrance exams! Grandpa wants to celebrate for you. Come home early tonight!"

Aurora Sinclair asked Alvin Morgan, then replied with an "okay."

After getting her confirmation, Master Sinclair was so pleased that he had his bodyguards give every reporter a red envelope before leaving.

Holding the generous red envelopes from the Sinclair family, the reporters were too embarrassed to keep following. They immediately turned their attention to the second-place scorer, Zeke Quincy, but were met with a closed door again. This was because Zeke Quincy had gone to his uncle’s house to escape the summer heat, and his uncle’s house was also the Sinclair residence.

After running in circles, the reporters could only pin their hopes on the third-place scorer, Gideon Alden.

This time, they had more luck. Gideon Alden’s family was very cooperative, so the headlines that day were almost completely dominated by his name. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he was the top scorer in Kingsford.

After seeing the news all over the internet, Jade Sinclair complained unhappily to her son, "Look what a great opportunity for fame you missed! Now some unknown kid has gotten it all. You and Aurora are just foolish!"

This time, her own son and niece had achieved such great results, enough for her branch of the family to finally hold their heads high in front of those snobs in the Quincy family. But instead, her son insisted on dragging her to Tanner Sinclair’s house, not only dodging the interviews but also forbidding her from calling back to brag. It was driving her crazy.

Zeke Quincy had been listening to her drone on the whole way. He replied helplessly, "Mom, we need to be low-key. The old saying goes, ’get rich in silence.’ Look at Aurora, she’s not fighting for the spotlight..."

"Rich? Where are the riches? All I know is that foolishness is contagious. Go on, keep learning from Aurora!" Jade Sinclair poked him on the head and retorted, dissatisfied. She was discovering that her son’s personality was becoming more and more zen.

Seeing her brother’s pleading look, Jean Quincy, who was beside them, grabbed Jade Sinclair’s arm and said with a smile, "Mom, don’t you think it’s super satisfying to be low-key, hide your trump cards, and then—BAM!—slap everyone in the face at the crucial moment?"

"Satisfying?"

"Yeah! That’s exactly what Aurora does! Before, who knew she was acquainted with the Young Master of the Morgan Family? If it weren’t for the award ceremony, we wouldn’t have known that Aurora’s master’s wife is Master Flora Guthrie! And look, didn’t the head of the Guthrie Family personally come to apologize to Grandpa after the event and even ask about Aurora?"

Jade Sinclair naturally understood what she meant, but since the matter involved Stella Sinclair, it wasn’t exactly something to be proud of. She immediately instructed, "Don’t you dare mention this in front of your grandpa in the future!"

Just as she said that, Master Sinclair’s resonant voice suddenly came from the doorway. "Mention what?"

Jade Sinclair was taken aback. She quickly stood up to help him. "Dad, what brings you here?"

"Aurora and Shawn did so well on their exams, I had to come and see for myself!" Master Sinclair’s usually stern face was now blooming with delight.

Jean Quincy pouted and asked, "Grandpa, what about me? I scored over 500 too!"

"Yes, yes, yes, and our dear Jean too. Grandpa will treat you all to a big feast tonight!"

"Yay—"

***

Meanwhile, Aurora Sinclair finally agreed to Chester Greene’s compromise: she would apply to major in physics as her second major immediately after enrolling.

Alvin Morgan ruffled Aurora Sinclair’s hair and asked with a smile, "You don’t have to force yourself, you know."

But Aurora Sinclair shook her head and said seriously, "My master says you can never have too many skills."

Alvin Morgan asked, amused, "What else do you want to learn?"

"How to fly a plane."

Alvin Morgan hadn’t expected her to want to learn to fly a plane. He was stunned for a moment before asking with a laugh, "Why?"

"So I can fly..."

Alvin Morgan: ...

’What a great reason!’

***

That evening, Master Sinclair booked out a high-end seafood restaurant to celebrate the college exam results for the three youngsters. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

All of the Sinclairs arrived, except for the eldest son’s family. Even the perpetually busy Alden Quincy rushed over.

The family chatted cheerfully while waiting for Aurora Sinclair to get back from work.

Jean Quincy glanced at her phone. It was already 5:30. She asked Leigh Miles, who was next to her, "Leigh, where’s your senior sister?"

Ever since she found out that Aurora Sinclair worked for the Young Master of the Morgan Family, she no longer dared to call her during work hours.

Leigh Miles picked up her phone and replied, "Let me ask..." then lowered her head and started typing.

A moment later, she answered directly, "At the mall!"

"The mall? What is she doing there?"

Leigh Miles lowered her head to type again. After another moment, she said, "Morgan is coming; he’s buying a gift right now."

"What?"

Jean Quincy was shocked. She shot up from the sofa and leaned over to look at Leigh Miles’s phone.

On the screen was her chat history with the Morgans.

[Leigh]: Mr. Dixon, is my senior sister off work yet?

[Dixon]: Yeah, at the mall.

[Leigh]: Why the mall?

[Dixon]: The boss is joining your dinner, and he’s buying a gift right now.

Jean Quincy stared at the chat history, completely dumbfounded. After a long stupor, she stammered, "This... this isn’t... real, is it?"

"It’s real. Mr. Dixon doesn’t joke around."

Jean Quincy steadied herself, took a deep breath, and shouted to the adults at the dinner table not far away, "Grandpa, stop chatting! The Young Master of the Morgan Family is coming—"