Chapter 219: Chapter 213: Declaring War on the Morgan Family?

The chill and dominance in his voice made everyone around him suck in a cold breath.

“So, I am the prime suspect.”

“Alvin Morgan, you’re crazy!” Kevin Whitlock’s face was ashen with anger, his fists clenched tightly.

“There are three reasons why Aurora Sinclair is not a suspect…”

Alvin Morgan cleared Aurora Sinclair of suspicion point by point. “Therefore, she had neither the time nor the motive to hire a killer.”

The director of the Martial Affairs Bureau was stunned. ’According to Alvin Morgan’s explanation, Aurora Sinclair really had no reason to do this, because she didn’t even know Joyce Guthrie was behind it?’

“By the way, the skeleton in the Kingsford Outskirts belongs to Jessica Guthrie. You can investigate her cause of death and its connection to Joyce Guthrie.”

“Aurora… are you okay?” It was only then that Leigh Miles realized Aurora Sinclair had nearly been assassinated. She sat fuming in the car for a long time, angry with herself.

Aurora Sinclair shook her head.

“Back to the Morgan Residence—”

Alvin Morgan loosened his collar and got right into the back seat. Seeing this, Leigh Miles had no choice but to obediently get into the front passenger seat.

The group had just entered the Morgan Residence when Cassius Morgan suddenly rushed out of the house.

He asked with a furious expression, “You brat, where did you whisk them off to?”

Alvin Morgan hadn’t expected him to be there. He asked lightly, “Vacation’s over?”

Cassius Morgan was speechless with anger. “What vacation? You ruined it…”

Alvin Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Master Flora Guthrie?”

“How did you know?” Cassius Morgan regretted the question as soon as he asked it. The brat was looking at him with utter disdain. “You brat, go explain yourself to Master Flora Guthrie!” With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and stormed straight into the house.

“Master Flora is here?” Leigh Miles’s eyes lit up.

But as soon as she entered the house and called out, a soft throw pillow came flying at her, followed immediately by a familiar lion’s roar.

“You little brat, where have you two been?”

Leigh Miles flinched, quickly hugging the pillow and hiding behind Aurora Sinclair.

“Master Flora, we went back to Sunstone.”

“You went back?” Flora Guthrie was stunned for a moment, then roared again, “If you were going back, couldn’t you have made a phone call? Don’t tell me you had no signal. What about before you got on the plane?”

Leigh Miles pouted and mumbled, “My phone was broken…”

“Broken? Both of your phones were broken?” Flora Guthrie glanced at the group that had entered the room, clearly not believing them.

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes flickered. “I broke them.”

“You broke them?” Flora Guthrie looked at her suspiciously for a moment. Then, as if a thought had struck her, a startled look crossed her face. She shot to her feet and strode over.

Grasping Aurora Sinclair’s shoulders, she asked nervously, “Are you hurt? What exactly happened?”

Aurora Sinclair shook her head.

“You silly girl, are you trying to scare me to death?” Flora Guthrie’s tone softened instantly, her eyes filled with distress as she reached out and gently poked her on the head.

“By the way, Aurora, you didn’t run into any trouble on your way back, did you?” Flora Guthrie suddenly remembered what Lana Guthrie had told her, and her heart leaped into her throat again.

Right now, Reina Guthrie was like a madman, searching everywhere for his daughter’s killer.

And someone had leaked the fact that Joyce Guthrie had previously tried to kill Aurora Sinclair in the same way, so now Reina Guthrie was preparing to demand a life for a life!

He had already caused a scene at her research institute; otherwise, she wouldn’t have discovered so quickly that Aurora Sinclair wasn’t in Kingsford.

“The Martial Affairs Bureau?”

Flora Guthrie’s expression changed. “They came looking for you?”

“Mhm, we just came from there.”

“What did they say?”

“Joyce Guthrie was murdered, and they suspected I was the one who ordered it.”

Flora Guthrie rolled her eyes, looking utterly exasperated.

Beta Morgan immediately replied, “The Young Master has already resolved the matter.”

Flora Guthrie glanced at Alvin Morgan and snorted coldly. She said to Aurora Sinclair, “Since you’re back, let’s go home.”

Seeing his master’s displeased expression, Beta Morgan added, “Master Flora Guthrie, Aurora and Leigh haven’t eaten yet. Why don’t they leave after dinner?”

Flora Guthrie glared at the two of them, which was her tacit approval.

***

「The Guthrie Family Residence.」

When Reina Guthrie heard his subordinate’s report that Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan had entered the Martial Affairs Bureau and were cleared of suspicion and released in less than 30 minutes, he slammed the table in anger and shot to his feet.

“Family Head… perhaps the young miss wasn’t killed by someone she hired,” Reina Guthrie’s confidant replied cautiously.

But at that moment, Reina Guthrie couldn’t hear a word. He glared at him menacingly. “Even if it wasn’t her, it’s still related to her—”

“Then, Family Head, we…”

“I want her dead—” Reina Guthrie said viciously.

Reina Guthrie’s confidant replied with hesitation, “The Young Master of the Morgan Family is always by her side…”

“Then he can die with her. My daughter was very fond of him. How could I let her go all alone? Right, Joyce…?” Reina Guthrie looked at the black-and-white photo on the desk, reached out to stroke the girl’s face in the picture, a crazed look in his eyes.

The confidant’s heart tightened, and his body trembled.

’Is he planning to go to war with the Morgan Family?’

「Two days later.」

The Guthrie Family suddenly posted a letter written in blood online, directly accusing the Morgan Family of sheltering Aurora Sinclair for the murder of the Guthrie family’s direct-line daughter, Joyce Guthrie.

In an instant, a massive storm erupted online. The topic “Morgan Family Shelters Murderer” shot straight into the top three trending topics.

Am I seeing things? The Morgan Family is sheltering a murderer?

Is the Guthrie family’s daughter really dead?

It’s confirmed. She’s been missing for a long time.

Oh my god! Are the great families going to war?

For real? How could the Morgan Family do that? They’re our guardians.

This news from the Guthrie Family caused a massive stir online, even affecting the Morgan Family’s reputation.

The Guthrie Family paid marketing accounts to control the narrative, and soon many people online started calling for boycotts of the Morgan Group and the Sinclair Group.

These past few days, Zane Guthrie’s branch of the family had been under pressure from the main family. Reina Guthrie had ordered Zane Guthrie to remove Aurora Sinclair from the Kingsford Calligraphy and Painting Association.

But he hadn’t done it, because neither he nor his son believed that Joyce Guthrie was killed by someone Aurora Sinclair hired.

Moreover, Master Flora Guthrie had been very calm these past few days, busy restoring the Inheritance Painting with her project team. She didn’t seem worried about Aurora Sinclair at all.

Meanwhile, the Guthrie Family approached the Lowell Family, and Hugo Lowell immediately went to ask for instructions from Marshall Lowell.

“Father, the Guthrie Family has sent someone…”

“Send them away.”

Hugo Lowell frowned and looked at the tightly shut door.

His father had been in seclusion for many days, and strange noises would occasionally come from the room. But every time he asked, his father would just say not to disturb him, acting very mysterious.

Inside the room, Marshall Lowell was absorbing the “Power” from the body of a Low Rank disciple. Feeling the endless stream of energy within him, his face was a mask of pure satisfaction.

“The Bright Mountain Guardian’s strength is at the Great Martial King level. You are now just one step away from reaching the Great Martial King Realm.” The masked man sat on a couch on the other side of the room, speaking casually as he sipped his tea.

Marshall Lowell replied, his face alight with joy, “How many more do I need?”

“Don’t be impatient. Your current strength was artificially inflated; you still need to consolidate it.” The voice was hoarse, as if it wasn’t his real voice.

Marshall Lowell’s eyes snapped open, his dark pupils faintly tinged with red.

“How do I consolidate it?”

“Fight a master.”

The corners of the masked man’s mouth lifted, revealing a chilling smile.

“With whom?”

“With the strongest person in Veridia, of course.”

Marshall Lowell’s body trembled. “You mean…”

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