Chapter 104: Chapter 98: You’ve Finally Come Down the Mountain

Alvin Morgan focused on the DAF contract on his computer, going over the details with Arthur Lockwood clause by clause.

“In the second section, ’Training Content,’ subsection three, change it to: ’Aurora Sinclair will have absolute freedom over her training schedule, provided she meets the team’s required training volume’…”

“Delete the entire fourth section, ’Commercial Activities.’ Aurora is not to show her face during competitions, nor is she to participate in any endorsements or commercial events. No one on the team is permitted to expose her identity…”

“Section eight, ’Salary and Compensation.’ Raise it to the highest tier. All prize money the team wins will go to her…”

As Morgan the Skinner amended the contract, Arthur Lockwood’s expression darkened.

But Alvin Morgan continued, “If you agree, you can have Flynn Morgan play for you for free!”

Standing beside them, Flynn Morgan silently looked up at the ceiling.

’Oh well! Anything for the Young Master’s happiness!’

Arthur Lockwood’s grimace vanished instantly. Rubbing his hands, he pressed his luck, “Morgan, since Flynn is in, what about you?”

Alvin Morgan glanced at him, neither refusing nor agreeing, but it was enough to send Arthur Lockwood into a state of ecstasy. He shamelessly extended another invitation, “Morgan, if you think DAF is still decent, you’re welcome to come back and invest…”

The Morgans: …

***

After Aurora Sinclair signed the contract, Arthur Lockwood immediately had the team manager submit her and Flynn Morgan’s information for the professional league in October.

The team manager was named Gideon Lockwood. As a member of the Lockwood Family, he was naturally aware of Flynn Morgan’s identity. As for Aurora Sinclair, he only found her name somewhat familiar and didn’t give it much thought.

Meanwhile, at EM Group, one of the Arcadia-based developers of the game *Glory*, another frantic period of overtime had begun.

This year, the release of the new Boxer class had forced a complete server upgrade. The rules for tournaments of all sizes needed to be readjusted, and now, with the open qualifiers about to begin, everyone at EM Group, from top to bottom, was in emergency preparation mode.

In the CEO’s office on the top floor sat a cold, handsome Veridian man.

His indifferent eyes held a detached air, and his features were so flawless he seemed otherworldly, making people hesitant to approach.

He was currently looking through an encrypted file, the corners of his mouth faintly turned up, as if he were smiling.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—

A knock came from the door.

The man’s brow furrowed imperceptibly. He placed the file in his hand face down on the desk, casually picked up another one, and said coolly, “Come in—”

A male secretary walked in holding a black folder, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

His expression was exceptionally respectful, and he didn’t dare to look at the man behind the desk.

“Mr. Miles, the roster for the Veridian open qualifiers has been compiled. The player who unlocked the Boxer class has also registered for the tournament.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but his voice remained cold. “Monitor her performance closely. I want all of her in-game stats from every match.”

The secretary placed the folder down and took his leave.

The man didn’t look at the file immediately. Instead, he opened a drawer and took out a picture frame.

In it was a photo of three people. The man in the center, dressed in a navy blue Daoist robe, had one hand on the shoulder of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, a brilliant smile on his face.

His other hand was holding that of a little girl who looked to be six or seven.

The boy’s features strongly resembled the young man’s, though his expression was a bit awkward. The little girl, however, was expressionless.

Jared Miles slid his thumb over the photo, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips.

He whispered, “Junior Sister, you’ve finally come down from the mountain.”

***

“Achoo—”

Aurora Sinclair let out an uncharacteristic sneeze.

Leigh Miles tensed up instantly, rushing over to carefully take her pulse.

“Senior Sister, are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Aurora Sinclair shook her head.

Leigh Miles gravely pressed a few of her acupoints. Only after confirming that she couldn’t possibly be any healthier did she let out a sigh of relief.

Alvin Morgan sent Beta Morgan and Dean Morgan to the kitchen to boil a pot of ginger and brown sugar water, prompting Arthur Lockwood to sigh to himself.

’He’s already like this now. If they really get together in the future, won’t the great Young Master of the Morgan Family become completely henpecked?’

Arthur Lockwood fantasized about a certain scenario, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

Alvin Morgan suddenly looked at him, a half-smile on his face as he asked, “Feeling like a trip to the training room?”

Arthur Lockwood reflexively shook his head again and again. Alvin Morgan’s training room was truly terrifying.

“Quick, quick, let’s go create new accounts in District Twelve—”

The Morgan brothers also pretended to be busy, afraid their young master would notice they’d been enjoying the show.

Darius Lynch, who had been sitting to the side and watching for a while, stood up with a smile and teased, “My dear nephew, you’re not getting any younger. You should take it easy…”

The man beside him struggled to hold back his laughter, not daring to look up.

Alvin Morgan glanced at him, then said to Susan Warner, “Grandma, last month a woman was frequently visiting my youngest uncle’s room…”

“Alvin Morgan—” Darius Lynch yelled.

But it was too late. Susan Warner’s eyes lit up. She stood up from her chair and strode over to Darius Lynch. “Raymond, is what Alvin said true? Why was she visiting you at night? What’s your relationship? When are you going to bring her home for me to see…”

The barrage of questions made Darius Lynch’s head ache.

That wasn’t all. Aurora Sinclair and Leigh Miles actually ran over too, staring at him with wide eyes as they awaited his reply.

Darius Lynch pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “She’s the cleaning lady…”

Alvin Morgan twisted the knife, “That woman is about the same age as Uncle.”

“Alvin Morgan, you little…”

“Raymond, your mother is very open-minded. If you really have a sweetheart, just bring her home…”

“Mom, don’t listen to that little brat’s nonsense…”

Darius Lynch, unable to argue his way out of it, helplessly dragged Susan Warner out of the game room.

Arthur Lockwood secretly gave Alvin Morgan a thumbs-up.

’He really knows how to hit where it hurts!’

***

The next day, Darius Lynch emerged from his room with dark circles under his eyes, yawning.

When he saw Alvin Morgan on the sofa, he stormed over, looking aggrieved, and said, “She was clearly just there to clean the room…”

Alvin Morgan glanced up at him and said lightly, “That’s not what she thinks.”

“What do you mean?”

Alvin Morgan turned the laptop on his lap around. On the screen was a huge photo from a magazine with a headline that read:

“BREAKING! Film Emperor Darius Lynch’s Late-Night Trysts with Mystery Woman Spark Romance Rumors!”

Darius Lynch was instantly furious. He pulled out his phone to call his agent, Byron Lawson, but Alvin Morgan stated bluntly, “It hasn’t been published. He doesn’t know.”

Darius Lynch’s brow furrowed. For years, practically no one in the entertainment industry had dared to expose his private life. Unless one of the Great Families had designs on the Morgan Family and was playing dirty tricks behind the scenes.

“Who the hell is she? Is she from one of those families?”

Alvin Morgan’s lips curved up. He watched him for a moment, looking like he was enjoying the show, before saying, “The youngest aunt of the Whitlock Family.”

Darius Lynch’s cautious expression immediately dissolved as he rolled his eyes. “Is she insane?”

This youngest aunt of the Whitlock Family, Mina Whitlock, was from the same generation as Yvonne Whitlock in terms of seniority, but she was younger—the same age as Darius Lynch.

She and Darius Lynch had grown up together, but their personalities had clashed since they were children, and they frequently undermined one another. When Darius entered the entertainment industry to become an actor, she joined the paparazzi just to mess with him.

Over the years, she had constantly looked for opportunities to smear Darius Lynch. Although Alvin Morgan shut her down every time, she remained relentless.

Darius Lynch was utterly speechless when it came to this woman. Nowadays, he avoided her whenever possible, determined to have no contact with her whatsoever.

“She’s not the one who arranged for this dirt,” Alvin Morgan added, dropping another bombshell just as Darius Lynch was about to explode with anger.

Darius Lynch froze. “It wasn’t her? Then who was it?”

Alvin Morgan didn’t speak, wearing a smug ’I-know-but-I’m-not-telling-you’ look that made Darius Lynch’s face darken with anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, “What will it take for you to talk…?”

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