Alvin Morgan glanced at the girl practicing her boxing outside the window and said with a smile, "Pay more attention to the people around you. You might find a pleasant surprise."
"Huh?" Darius Lynch was completely stunned.
He thought Alvin Morgan would warn him not to make fun of him anymore and to stop showing up in front of Aurora Sinclair so often. He never expected Alvin to say sothing so baffling.
Alvin Morgan closed his laptop, stood up, and with a mysterious expression said, "Good luck, Uncle!"
Darius Lynch watched him walk away with his laptop, utterly confused. He turned to look at Elton Morgan in the corner, pointed at the retreating figure, and said, "Elton, do you have any idea what he ant by that?"
Elton Morgan shook his head blankly.
anwhile, the famous paparazzo Mia suddenly received an anonymous email containing only a single, enlarged photo.
Mia’s eyes widened. She imdiately closed her email client, glanced around, and sent a ssage with a grave expression.
[Mia: Nephew, where did you get this photo?]
[Morgan: Be careful of those around you.]
***
The sunrise over the ocean seed even more precious than in the city. It appeared for only a few seconds before being hidden by swathes of clouds, which then lit up like a conflagration, dyeing half the sky.
Aurora Sinclair stood in front of the villa, facing the sunrise and practicing her boxing as usual. Every move, every form, was executed with fierce power.
Two children, one older and one younger, stood beside her, performing the sa fist technique.
When Alvin Morgan ca out, he saw a row of the Morgan n standing behind them, thoughtful expressions on all their faces as if they were trying to comprehend the principles behind the fist style.
Ten-odd minutes later, the three of them finished with the sa closing stance, letting out a long breath in unison.
The Fist Technique they practiced was different from the Basic Boxing Skill taught by the Veridian Martial Alliance. Its movents were simpler, and only a High Rank Martial Cultivator could perceive the profound secrets within at a single glance.
This Fist Technique was incredibly aggressive; every move was a killing blow. Only those who entered special governnt units would learn such a skill. ’How do they know it?’
Alvin Morgan beckoned to Aurora Sinclair, then shot a seemingly casual glance at the Morgan n.
Beta Morgan and Dean Morgan imdiately lowered their heads.
After the others had left, Beta Morgan turned to the rest of the Morgan n with a grave expression. "What you saw just now, that Fist Technique—not a word of it gets out. Take it to your graves."
***
After breakfast, Alvin Morgan took the entire group, young and old, out on a yacht.
The Morgan n drove five SUVs, transporting them in a grand procession to the Morgan family’s private marina.
A white, dium-sized private yacht was moored there. It had three decks and looked quite impressive.
It was the first ti the three youngsters had seen a yacht, and their eyes were filled with curiosity and awe. Feeling quite proud of himself, Arthur Lockwood led them on a tour. The trio beca like his little entourage, following him wherever he went.
Seeing this, Susan Warner couldn’t help but nudge Alvin Morgan and whisper, "Alvin, you have to be more proactive if you want to win the girl. Look at that Lockwood brat, he’s a natural with them. You should learn a thing or two..."
Alvin Morgan stiffened for a mont. His expression didn’t change, but his strides beca a little longer than before.
Arthur Lockwood led the three youngsters to a trampoline net at the bow. The net was enclosed on all four sides, and the open water was visible through the sh below.
"You can enjoy the sea breeze here, and you might even get hit with so sea spray."
Leigh Miles was eager to try it, but Aurora Sinclair pulled her back. "Wait."
Aurora Sinclair took off her slippers and stepped onto it first. The net sagged dramatically under her foot, as if a person weighing over two hundred pounds had just gotten on.
Arthur Lockwood looked astonished. "Aurora, are you wearing lead weights or sothing?"
Only then did Aurora Sinclair rember she was still wearing her light armor. A glint in her eyes, she quickly stepped back off the net.
"Senior Sister, can we play on it now?" Leigh Miles asked.
Aurora Sinclair nodded. Leigh Miles let out a cheer and, with Titus Miles in tow, leaped nimbly onto the trampoline.
The two of them were like a pair of rabbits, hopping all over the trampoline and having a wonderful ti.
"Aurora, co here..." Susan Warner suddenly called to her from a window on the second deck.
When Aurora Sinclair reached the second-deck lounge, Susan Warner produced a custom-made swimsuit and said with a wide grin, "Aurora, there’s an open-air pool on the third deck. Let’s go for a swim!"
Aurora Sinclair glanced at the one-piece swimsuit in her hands—it had long sleeves and pant legs—and nodded.
Susan Warner’s smile grew even wider. The mory of her grandson pulling this very sa custom-ordered swimsuit from his luggage with such an awkward expression made her absolutely giddy.
It was the first ti she’d seen him look so flustered since he was six years old.
’Truly a cause for celebration!’
***
Aurora Sinclair’s swimsuit was skintight, accentuating the curves of her figure.
After looking her over, Susan Warner decided to have the kitchen switch the after-dinner dessert to papaya milk.
As the two won erged from the lounge in their swimwear, they saw Alvin Morgan walking out of the room across the hall.
He had changed as well, now wearing an unbuttoned white casual shirt over a pair of black shorts.
Susan Warner took Aurora Sinclair’s hand, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Aurora, doesn’t my grandson have a great physique? He even has abs..."
Though she whispered, Alvin Morgan still heard her. He gave an awkward cough. "Are you two going for a swim?"
Susan Warner nodded enthusiastically. Alvin Morgan glanced at Aurora Sinclair and said awkwardly, "Let’s go together."
By the ti the three of them reached the open-air pool, Cassius Morgan and Flynn Morgan were already inside, having swum two laps.
Susan Warner muttered under her breath in displeasure, "That old coot is surprisingly fast..." Then she pointed to the other side of the pool. "Aurora, you and Whitlock go play over there. This side has been commandeered by us senior citizens."
Flynn Morgan, having been lumped in with the "senior citizens," was silently weeping tears of blood.
’I’m only thirty!’
***
Alvin Morgan shot Susan Warner an approving glance before leading Aurora Sinclair to the other side of the pool.
Before they got in the water, Alvin Morgan asked, "Aurora, do you know how to swim?"
Aurora Sinclair nodded. "My senior brother taught ."
"You have a senior brother?" Alvin Morgan froze for a second, a dark glint flashing imperceptibly in his eyes.
Aurora Sinclair nodded again. "He left the mountain a long ti ago."
Her voice was a little subdued, as if she were reminiscing about her senior brother.
Alvin Morgan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He changed the subject. "Does the swimsuit fit you well?"
"It fits."
Shortly after they got in the water, Alvin Morgan discovered that Aurora Sinclair’s swimming style was a lot like a doggy paddle. Her head remained above the surface as her limbs thrashed about, making for slow and exhausting progress.
He chuckled softly. "Aurora, let teach you so other strokes."
***
On the other side of the pool, Susan Warner couldn’t stop beaming as she watched Alvin Morgan give Aurora Sinclair a hands-on swimming lesson. She strictly forbade Cassius Morgan and Flynn Morgan from swimming over and disturbing the couple’s private ti.
Aurora Sinclair wasn’t afraid of the water and learned quickly. Soon, she could freely switch between the breaststroke, backstroke, and even the doggy paddle.
Alvin Morgan was very satisfied.
Suddenly—
"AH—!" A girl scread.
Aurora Sinclair swam swiftly to the edge of the pool. In a flash, she vaulted out of the water, grabbing the third-deck railing to look down. Seeing that her junior sister and brother were both sitting safely on the trampoline net, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Leigh Miles wiped her face, which had been drenched by a cold wave, and pulled Tiger up, heading back toward the solid deck.
Dean Morgan grabbed two bath towels from nearby. He glanced at the private yacht speeding past in the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"So cold... but so refreshing!" Leigh Miles laughed, wrapped in her towel. Looking up, she saw Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan peering down from the third deck and imdiately waved. "Senior Sister—!"
Alvin Morgan glanced at the other private yacht, where a swimsuit party was in full swing. He turned to Beta Morgan behind him and said, "Tell the captain to keep our distance from that yacht."
Beta Morgan acknowledged the order and left to carry it out.
***
On the other yacht, a burly man in a Hawaiian shirt walked respectfully toward a young man surrounded by won.
"Mr. Trent, that yacht behind us doesn’t have an emblem of any of The Great Families. It’s probably just a regular family that chartered it for an outing."
The young man, a bikini-clad beauty in each arm and his cheeks flushed from drinking, said, "Regular people are perfect. Hahaha! C’mon, I’ll take you all to have so real fun..."
The burly man looked hesitant. "Mr. Trent, I don’t think that’s a good idea."
"Fuck off! It’s my birthday, and I’m gonna have so fun!"
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