Chapter 208: Chapter 202: Haven’t You Spread Enough Rumors?

The color drained from Kevin Whitlock’s face. He never imagined Alvin Morgan would give Aurora Sinclair a watch that was custom-made exclusively for members of the Morgan family.

The data on it was connected to satellites in real-time. Falsifying it would require hacking into the national aerospace system.

The Thousand-Mile Labyrinth was filled with surveillance cameras, except for the area immediately surrounding the crime scene.

The surveillance footage of Aurora Sinclair entering the labyrinth showed the time and her route. As long as that matched the timeline provided by the Morgan family’s watch, it would serve as ironclad proof of the watch’s recorded evidence.

Alvin Morgan glanced at the stunned Kevin Whitlock and said flatly, “No one can take this watch. It only recognizes Aurora.”

Kevin Whitlock’s face turned even darker.

With the Martial Affairs Bureau expanding the search area, they found suspicious bloodstains, a bloody black outfit, and a mask in the direction of Maple Leaf Mountain a few hours later.

A DNA comparison of the blood confirmed it didn’t belong to the deceased. More importantly, the medical examiner determined that the victim, Douglas Quincy, had died over half an hour before Aurora Sinclair arrived.

Meanwhile, bad news came from the Quincy family: one of Sharon Quincy’s personal confidantes had mysteriously disappeared.

And this was the very person who knew all of Sharon’s plans.

Sharon Quincy was furious. The first thing she did upon returning to the Quincy family was to hunt for the mole. She purged everyone from the top down, from the core lineage to the branch families, willing to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty escape. She actually managed to uncover a hidden connection that pointed directly to the notorious Shadow Organization.

This left Kevin Whitlock utterly speechless.

’Aurora Sinclair is a member of the Shadow Organization?’ If he dared to make such an accusation, the Guardians would be at his door the very next day.

***

Filming for an episode of *Star Challenge* was suspended because of the incident. To console the celebrities and amateur contestants, the production team chartered buses to take everyone home and even gave them gifts.

Jean Quincy waited in a car for Aurora Sinclair and Leigh Miles. Seeing that the two of them were alright, she let out a sigh of relief.

What Kevin Whitlock had said earlier that day had shaken her, and she’d been upset about it for a long time.

She didn’t feel completely at ease until Darius Lynch shared a piece of gossip about Kevin Whitlock with her.

He said that Kevin Whitlock had been hurt by a beautiful female Martial Artist in the past, so now he was wary of and resentful toward any woman with high Combat Power. Rumor had it he was even paranoid and fundamentally looked down on women.

Jean Quincy was instantly relieved. ’No wonder his expression was so strange when he was talking to me. The guy isn’t right in the head!’

’Poor Aurora, to be targeted like that!’

In another car.

Darius Lynch looked at his nephew with dissatisfaction. “Don’t ask me to spread rumors like that next time. I’m a public figure.”

Not long after Kevin Whitlock took Jean Quincy away for questioning today, Darius had suddenly received a message from Alvin Morgan telling him to let Jean know that Whitlock had something wrong with him and held a grudge against women who practiced martial arts.

He hadn’t understood why until he finished talking to Jean. He saw her suddenly sigh in relief as she angrily told him how Kevin Whitlock had been trying to frame Aurora Sinclair as the murderer, even calling her a monster.

Only then did he realize his nephew must have hacked into Kevin Whitlock’s communication device and listened in, prompting him to act.

Alvin Morgan, sitting beside him, shot him a cool glance. “And you haven’t spread your fair share of rumors?”

Darius Lynch’s confidence immediately faltered. “That was me carrying out orders from my mom and your third sister-in-law, worrying about your love life…”

“And the rumor about me liking little girls?”

“…”

Beta Morgan, who was driving, almost spat out his drink. ’His master really won’t rest until he’s said something shocking.’

Alvin Morgan turned his head and gazed out the window, appearing calm, but a dark glint flickered in his eyes.

’This Kevin Whitlock…’

***

On a small path, a tall figure moved furtively through the woods with a flashlight, calling out softly, “Master…”

The voice was deep and husky. It was a man.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the ground and grabbed his ankle.

“Ah! Master… Are you alright?”

Startled, the man immediately dropped to his knees and began frantically clearing away the leaves and branches, pulling an extremely weak person out from underneath.

His face was covered by a hood, showing only his chin. The corners of his mouth were covered in blood. It was clear he had suffered severe internal injuries.

“Master, are you okay…”

“Cough, cough… The medicine… did you… bring it?” the voice asked, low and hoarse.

The man immediately pulled out several bottles of medicine for internal injuries. “Yes, yes, I brought it…”

“Turn around—COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH…”

The man paused for a moment before quickly turning his back. His eyes were wide with terror. ’I can’t believe Master is actually…’

After swallowing the medicine, the weak person immediately centered himself, closed his eyes, and began to force the domineering “Power” from his body.

With a loud BANG, a hole was blasted straight through a maple tree.

*Puh…*

“Master—”

“Get me… down the mountain…” The weak person finally couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed.

The man’s heart leaped in alarm as he rushed to support him. “Master… Master…”

But he was already unconscious.

The man checked for breath under his nose. He was still breathing. The man let out a sigh of relief, then hoisted the person up and carried him on his back.

His master was always mysterious, never letting anyone learn his true identity. It wasn’t that the man wasn’t curious; it was just that anyone who had ever seen his master’s face had been brutally killed. So, to save his own skin, he didn’t dare take a peek.

A discreet black car was waiting outside the maple forest. He placed his master in a hidden compartment beneath the rear of the vehicle before confidently driving away.

The road leading away from the mountain was still crawling with members of the Martial Affairs Bureau searching for evidence.

As he passed a police cordon, the black car’s window slowly rolled down.

An agent standing by the cordon immediately saluted. “Did you find your phone, sir?”

“Found it.”

“Good to hear…”

“About tonight…”

“Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make sure no one else finds out.”

The man took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to him. “It’s cold tonight. Have a smoke.”

“Thank you, Captain…”

***

“Something’s not right,” Aurora Sinclair said suddenly.

A drowsy Jean Quincy was startled awake. “What is it, Aurora?”

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes flashed. “He can hold his breath…”

She immediately took out her phone to call Alvin Morgan.

“Morgan, that person is still on Maple Leaf Mountain…”

Alvin Morgan’s expression changed. “Are you sure?”

“He can hold his breath for more than two hours without being discovered.”

Alvin Morgan’s brow furrowed instantly. “Beta, turn around! Head back to Maple Leaf Valley!”

By the time the Morgan family’s car returned, the Martial Affairs Bureau was almost done for the day.

Beta Morgan strode over and demanded, “Who came out of here just now?”

The men at the checkpoint all shook their heads. “No one came out. It’s just been our own people.”

“Everyone, lock down the valley immediately and search again!”

This time they used thermal sensors, searching from night until the next afternoon, but found nothing.

In a small cabin in Maple Leaf Valley.

Alvin Morgan and Aurora Sinclair were drinking tea when Beta Morgan rushed in.

“Sir, we’ve searched twice more. Still no sign of him…” He didn’t dare to suggest that Aurora Sinclair’s intelligence might be flawed.

Aurora Sinclair pursed her lips, a trace of doubt in her eyes.

Alvin Morgan said, “Search again. Bring in the infrared robots.”

“Bring in what? Alvin Morgan, there’s a limit to an investigation! This is a waste of manpower and resources—”

Suddenly, Kevin Whitlock strode in. His expression soured even more when he saw Aurora Sinclair, and his tone was extremely hostile. “This is a crime scene, not a tea party. Irrelevant personnel, get out!”

Aurora Sinclair froze. She gently set her teacup on the table and was about to stand when Alvin Morgan suddenly said, “Aurora, pour the tea.”

“Alvin Morgan—”

“She’s my specially-hired personal bodyguard,” Alvin Morgan replied coolly, taking a sip from his cup.

Beta Morgan looked at Young Master Whitlock’s grim face, his heart leaping into his throat. ’These two cousins aren’t actually going to fight, are they?’

Kevin Whitlock was livid. He roared, “We’ve been searching for over twenty hours, since yesterday afternoon! The entire mountain has been practically trampled flat! So I ask you, where is he, Chief Consultant Morgan?”

But the corners of Alvin Morgan’s mouth curved into a slight smile as he looked him straight in the eye. “If he can’t be found, it’s also possible he was deliberately let go…”

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