My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 413 - 386: Beta, You’ve Finally Improved

Aurora Sinclair nodded, picked up the cake from the table again, and slowly began to eat.

"Aurora, be honest with me, how strong are you really?"

Arthur Lockwood was simply too curious.

The news that Aurora Sinclair had crippled a Basic Supervisor had somehow been leaked from The Martial Affairs Bureau, leaving him stunned for days.

He had specifically gone to ask his grandfather about it, but to his surprise, the old man had kept it a secret even from him.

Alvin Morgan suddenly said, "How about a match? If you win, I’ll tell you."

"PFFT..." Arthur Lockwood nearly did a spit-take. He looked Alvin Morgan up and down a few times, then stood up with a grin. "Morgan, you said it yourself. No take-backs!"

Alvin Morgan put down his coffee cup, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and followed Arthur Lockwood toward the Lockwood family’s training room.

Standing nearby, Beta Morgan watched them go, his expression complicated. "Why do I get the feeling I should say a prayer for Young Heir Lockwood?"

Aiden Morgan patted his shoulder, looking pleased. "Beta, you’re finally learning."

Then he followed them, eager to watch the show.

Benjamin Morgan pushed up his glasses and glanced at Aurora Sinclair, who was still calmly eating her cake on the couch. "Mr. Beta, your gut feeling was right!"

Dean Morgan gave Beta a silent thumbs-up before following Aiden and Benjamin.

Beta Morgan rubbed his nose. He couldn’t help but feel there was something odd about their praise.

Then he turned to Abel Lockwood. "Aren’t you going to watch?"

Abel Lockwood seemed to let out a sigh. "I don’t need to."

He already knew the outcome without watching. Since they were kids, when had his master ever won against Young Lord Morgan?

About half an hour later, Alvin Morgan walked back looking completely relaxed.

He took the glass of water Beta handed him, had a sip, and said to Abel Lockwood, "Go help your master get up."

"Thank you, Young Master Morgan, for holding back!"

After giving a fist-and-palm salute, Abel Lockwood hurried toward the training room.

As for Aiden, Beta, Benjamin, and Dean, who were standing next to Alvin Morgan, ’shock’ was no longer a strong enough word to describe their expressions.

’Who knew their master could become so powerful in just three years!’

’Did he use a cheat code or something?’

Aurora Sinclair finished her cake, wiped her mouth, and remarked with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You took too long."

Alvin Morgan froze for a second, then rubbed his nose. "I was trying not to go too hard on him."

A thought seemed to occur to Aurora Sinclair. She nodded. "Next time, do it outside."

The Morgan brothers: ...

***

As they were talking, a car pulled up to the Lockwood villa. It was the Lockwood family’s patriarch.

Zane Lockwood’s laughter rang out from a distance. "Hahaha... Aurora, you’re back..."

Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan stood up to greet him.

Zane Lockwood looked older than before. His once jet-black hair was now half white—it was obvious the affairs of the Martial World had taken their toll.

"Alvin Morgan, you’re back too? You two... you really give us no peace of mind..."

Zane Lockwood had suspected Alvin Morgan would be here, but seeing him in person, he couldn’t help but voice his concern.

After sitting down, he looked around but didn’t see Arthur Lockwood. He asked in confusion, "Saul, where’s Arthur?"

Just as Saul was about to speak, Abel Lockwood’s voice called out, "Family Head, the Young Master is right here!"

A moment later, Abel Lockwood appeared, dragging an exhausted Arthur Lockwood over and gently lowering him onto the sofa.

"Agh... easy, easy..." Arthur Lockwood grimaced, clutching his lower back.

"What happened here?" Zane Lockwood’s expression darkened, thinking Arthur’s old injuries had flared up again.

"It’s nothing, I’m fine."

Arthur Lockwood didn’t dare tell the truth. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing face in front of his grandfather. After all, he was a Great Martial Master who had trained since he was a child, yet he’d just been thrashed to within an inch of his life by Alvin Morgan—the one person everyone said had zero talent for martial arts.

Seeing that Arthur wouldn’t talk, Zane Lockwood turned his gaze to Alvin Morgan. Alvin just so happened to be raising his cup for a sip of water, a clear sign he had no intention of answering.

"Aurora, why don’t you tell Grandpa Lockwood what happened to him?"

Aurora Sinclair was about to speak when she saw Arthur Lockwood making a pleading gesture. "Hmm... I didn’t see anything."

Zane Lockwood sighed, shot Arthur a glare, and didn’t press the matter further.

"Grandpa, what brings you here? You didn’t come to get in on the gossip, did you?" Arthur Lockwood asked cheekily, a sudden thought occurring to him. His reward was another smack on the shoulder from Zane Lockwood.

"Ow, ow, ow..."

Zane Lockwood yanked up his sleeve, fully revealing the injuries underneath.

There were several dark bruises on his arm, clear evidence that he had just been in a fight.

Among the people present, the only ones who could have fought him were Aurora Sinclair or Alvin Morgan.

Knowing his grandson’s personality, he was sure it wasn’t Aurora Sinclair. That meant it had to be Alvin Morgan.

At this thought, Zane Lockwood looked over at Alvin Morgan with a questioning gaze.

Alvin Morgan cleared his throat. "Beta, get some liniment for Jayden."

"Right away, Master..."

The atmosphere in the living room grew awkward. Arthur Lockwood quickly broke the silence, trying to divert his grandfather’s stare. "Abel, go see if the Vance family’s car has arrived at the gate."