My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 76 - 72: Boss Rory, What Are You Doing?

The phone was answered after a few rings.

The butler of the Lowell estate answered.

Butler Lowell glanced at the old man sitting across from him and nodded.

The old man gestured with his finger, his face calm as he turned his gaze back to the chessboard before him.

Butler Lowell immediately spoke into the receiver, "The Family Head is asleep. Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow." Then he hung up decisively.

Mr. Lowell’s heart sank, but to maintain his dignity, he picked up his phone and started walking out, saying, "Hello? Hello? Did I lose signal?"

An officer glanced at him and shook his head.

’What a poser.’

***

In the interrogation room, Mona Lowell listened to the recording played by the police. Her face was pale with fright, her nails digging viciously into her palms.

The recording was of an unfamiliar man’s voice. He not only confessed to everything but also implicated the Lowell Family.

The officer across from her asked expressionlessly, "Do you have anything to say?"

Mona Lowell bit her lip and shook her head forcefully, a trace of blood seeping from her pale lips.

The officer asked again, "Do you know the person in this recording?"

Mona Lowell continued to shake her head, but the officer then produced a bank card and asked sternly, "How do you explain your bodyguard transferring money to him?"

Under the officer’s questioning, Mona Lowell’s psychological defenses crumbled step by step, until she finally broke down completely and admitted everything.

It was she who had sent people to find Mandy Warren’s current address. First, she pressured the employers of Mandy’s parents, causing them to lose their jobs. Then, she hired thugs to intentionally find a pretext to break Mandy’s father’s leg. Finally, she framed Aurora Sinclair and the Sinclair Family for the whole thing.

’The plan had been perfect. That simpleton, Mandy Warren, would never have suspected her.’

’But now, it was all ruined!’

When Mandy Warren learned the truth, she covered her face and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

She had once truly considered Mona Lowell the best friend she would ever have.

***

This time, the Morgan Family made it clear they intended to deal with the vicious assault incident at Kingsford No. 1 High School.

With conclusive evidence, the Lowell Family Head had no choice but to distance himself from the matter. He even expelled Mr. Lowell’s branch of the family from the family registry, putting on a grand show of disowning his own kin for the sake of righteousness.

Mr. Lowell, of course, knew his daughter Mona Lowell was behind it. He had originally thought it was a minor issue that could be suppressed and forgotten, never expecting it would provoke the Morgan Family. Not only was he expelled from the Lowell Family, but he also faced enormous financial compensation. To save his own skin, he too chose to disown his own, publicly severing ties with Mona Lowell, stopping just short of formally renouncing their father-daughter relationship.

Meanwhile, Mandy Warren, due to her cooperative attitude and a skilled lawyer defending her pro bono, had already been successfully released on bail to await the court’s final summons.

***

On Friday, the graduation ceremony at Kingsford No. 1 High School was canceled.

Principal Lawson stood on the athletic field, offered a few words of encouragement, and then dismissed everyone to go home.

Seeing it was still early, Zeke Quincy invited Aurora Sinclair to an internet cafe to play games and unwind. Jean Quincy saw this and asked to join as well.

And so, the small internet cafe team expanded from five to six people.

After running into Alex Warren and his group, the team expanded again.

A boisterous crowd of over a dozen boys surrounded the two girls as they walked into an internet cafe near the school, where they rented a large private room.

After sitting down, Jean Quincy asked Alex Warren awkwardly, "Isn’t Ethan coming?"

Alex Warren shook his head and silently mouthed Mona Lowell’s name. Jean Quincy understood instantly and nodded.

Jean Quincy wasn’t a fan of games, so she started watching one of Darius Lynch’s dramas at the cafe. Aurora Sinclair, on the other hand, was dragged by the boys into *Conquest of Glory* to level up.

Her character, Master Rory, had now reached Level 30, meeting the requirement to join a guild.

Zeke Quincy urged her to quickly apply to his guild, [Apex Dominion].

Alex Warren enviously sent a private message to Aurora Sinclair, trying to get her to create a character in his district, District Ten. Zeke Quincy caught him and decisively challenged him to a PK duel in The Grand Arena.

Alex Warren laughed sheepishly, gave up on the idea, and quietly created a new alt character in District Twelve.

A cheerful sound effect for joining a guild rang out.

A system announcement appeared in the center of Aurora Sinclair’s screen: Congratulations to Master Rory for joining the Apex Dominion Guild!

The guild channel was instantly flooded with messages.

[Young Lord Shawn] Welcome, welcome! A warm welcome!

[Mr. Mason] Welcome, goddess! (scatters flowers)

[King of Junglers] Welcome to the guild, goddess! (bows down)

[Mr Know It All] Welcome to the guild, boss! (bows down)

...

Led by the four high-ranking members of the guild, the guild channel became very lively.

Aurora Sinclair was dazzled.

Following Zeke Quincy’s instructions, she sent a greeting emoji in the guild channel.

Immediately after, led by [Mr. Mason], the guild channel was spammed with emojis begging to be carried to higher ranks.

Everyone assumed Master Rory was a top-tier expert recruited by the guild leader, so someone invited Master Rory to a group dungeon raid.

[Little Grass] Running the Desert dungeon in a bit, Boss Rory is welcome to grace my party with her presence! (starry eyes)

[Godlike] Boss Rory, come to my party! I’ll cover health pots and mana pots and act cute for you! (rolls on the floor acting cute)

[Mr. Mason] Give it up! My goddess is only Level 30. How the hell is she supposed to run the Desert dungeon?

[Little Grass] ???

[Warren The Big Bear] ...

...

The guild members who had just been worshipping the ’boss’ all started spamming ellipses.

Zeke Quincy turned to look at Aurora Sinclair and said with a smile, "Aurora, I’ll take you to farm for some gear in a bit."

She nodded, her eyes glued to the guild channel as she practiced typing.

[Master Rory] bpmfdtnl

Someone got curious and asked directly, [Boss Rory, what are you doing?]

Zeke Quincy glanced at Aurora Sinclair and replied calmly, [She’s practicing with the Pinyin input method.]

The guild channel was once again flooded with ellipses.

Just then, Jean Quincy, who was on the other side, suddenly poked Aurora Sinclair and pointed to the red phone on the table. "Aurora, your phone’s been lit up for a while."

Aurora Sinclair looked down and saw it was a call from Alvin Morgan. She put the phone to her ear, and a somewhat lazy male voice came through, "What are you up to?"

"Playing a game."

Alvin Morgan raised an eyebrow. He moved his mouse, closed the document on his desktop, and clicked on the *Conquest of Glory* icon. "How about you carry me to level up?"

"Okay."

After hanging up, Aurora Sinclair turned to Zeke Quincy and asked, "Can my friend play with us?"

Zeke Quincy asked in surprise, "The friend who just called?"

Aurora Sinclair nodded obediently. "Mhm."

Zeke Quincy agreed. ’A friend who calls Aurora is probably that girl from Class Six she always hangs out with,’ he thought. ’It’s all about carrying alts anyway; one or two more won’t matter.’

He and Aurora Sinclair formed a party, and he posted a dungeon recruitment message in the guild chat.

[Young Lord Shawn] Level 30 Molten Grotto, quick invites! Carrying alts for gear today.

The low-level alts in the guild went wild. It was rare for the guild leader to have time to carry them through a dungeon, and they all responded enthusiastically.

The Molten Grotto was a Level 30 dungeon with three difficulties: Normal, Elite, and Abyss Level, each corresponding to different drop rates for different colors of equipment.

In the online game *Conquest of Glory*, equipment is generally divided into seven quality tiers based on color: common White, fine Green, reinforced Blue, perfect Purple, Rare Red Equipment, Epic Orange, and Legacy Dark Gold.

The higher the quality, the harder it is to obtain. In particular, the highest quality Dark Gold equipment can only be obtained through a minuscule chance when crafted by players themselves. Therefore, most players in *Conquest of Glory* wear Blue or Purple gear. Those with Rare Red Equipment are considered experts in their server, and those with Epic gear can be considered as gods. As for Dark Gold equipment, that’s gear for professional players; ordinary players wouldn’t even dare to dream of it.

Zeke Quincy planned to take them directly into the Abyss Level of The Molten Grotto, which would at least guarantee Blue-tier drops.

To ensure the party wouldn’t get wiped, besides himself as the high-level carry, he specifically recruited another high-level Healer from the guild to co-lead.

He never expected to attract the guild’s number one Healer, Lorraine.

She was the most skilled player among all the Healers in the guild and was considered the dedicated healer for Zeke Quincy’s regular dungeon-running party.

The alts went nuts, constantly spamming the party channel with messages of worship.

Seeing the party was almost full, Zeke Quincy turned and asked Aurora Sinclair, "What’s your friend’s ID? I’ll invite her to the party."

"Madam Whitlock."

Zeke Quincy almost did a spit-take.

’A friend of Aurora Sinclair’s, indeed!’

Smiling, Zeke Quincy typed ’Madam Whitlock’ into the party search bar.

Healer, Male, Level 32.

"She plays a male character?"

"Mhm." Aurora Sinclair nodded.

Young Lord Shawn sent an invitation to Madam Whitlock, but the other player instantly rejected it.

"She rejected me. Can you talk to her?" Zeke Quincy said, exasperated, as he stared at the system pop-up on his screen.

Aurora Sinclair picked up her phone and sent a voice message to Alvin Morgan: "Join the party."

Alvin Morgan quickly replied with a text: [Young Lord Shawn’s party?]

"Mhm, we’re going to farm for gear."