lody Sinclair shuddered, and her face instantly went white.
"My na is lody Sinclair. I’m the housekeeper here..." Her voice was soft and tremulous, as if she was trying to suppress her panic.
Flora Guthrie watched her for a mont. "Don’t you feel wronged?"
lody Sinclair was taken aback, then shook her head slightly. "I don’t. As long as I can be with them, I’m content."
After a mont of silence, Flora Guthrie said flatly, "Rember what you said."
lody Sinclair’s head shot up. ’She’s not going to make leave?’
But Flora Guthrie had already walked into the house.
***
Flora Guthrie’s return to Kingsford was a secret. Aside from the upper echelons of the Guthrie Family, no one knew her identity.
Lana Guthrie picked Flora Guthrie up early in the morning and took her to the old Guthrie family estate.
It was a sprawling estate with three courtyards. The main hall was wide, with two seats of honor at the very head and neat rows of tables and chairs arranged on either side.
When Flora Guthrie arrived, both sides were already filled with people, seated in order of seniority from eldest to youngest.
The seats on the left, the side of honor, were occupied by the clansn from Reina and Zane Guthrie’s branch of the family. On the right sat mbers from several collateral branches. Behind each seat stood the younger mbers of their respective families.
Flora Guthrie was respectfully escorted to a seat of honor on the left.
Although Reina Guthrie disliked Flora Guthrie, she had to maintain appearances in front of the other Guthries. After all, Flora Guthrie’s status in Veridia was second to none.
While on the topic of the Ancient Martial Inheritance Map, Reina Guthrie suddenly asked, "Master Flora Guthrie, while you’re restoring the map this ti, could you allow the younger family mbers to observe and learn a thing or two?"
Flora Guthrie picked up her tea and replied nonchalantly, "I don’t like crowds."
"Just Jensen and Joyce," Reina Guthrie imdiately replied.
At this, everyone in the room held their breath. They had tried to send people to Sunstone before, but this ancestor had been displeased and nearly had the Guardian ruin the Guthrie Family. They wondered if this attempt would succeed.
Flora Guthrie sipped her tea without responding.
For a mont, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy.
Just then, Joyce Guthrie suddenly spoke up. "Master Flora Guthrie, I often hear Aurora talk about the wonderful stories of when you taught her traditional painting. I’ve always admired it so much. Please allow us to learn by your side this ti. We promise we won’t get in the way..."
On hearing this, Flora Guthrie paused. She set her teacup aside and sized up Joyce Guthrie with a faint, unreadable smile. "You know her?"
"Aurora is very sweet. We had a al together once, and Jensen was there too." After speaking, Joyce Guthrie glanced at Jensen Guthrie.
Flora Guthrie nodded slightly. "Since you know my disciple, you may stay."
The Guthries finally let out a collective sigh of relief.
***
anwhile, as Aurora Sinclair reached the door to Alvin Morgan’s office, she heard a sowhat familiar voice from inside. Though faint, her hearing was sharp enough to make it out clearly.
Her hand froze.
"Alvin, you can’t let that girl stay by your side anymore."
"Why?"
"Do you know what we found near the corpse of the man with the color-changing eyes?"
"What?"
"A single white hair. Hers..."
Hearing this, the color drained from Aurora Sinclair’s face. She imdiately knocked on the door.
"Morgan, are you in there?"
Inside the room, the color drained from Kevin Whitlock’s face, and he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Benjamin Morgan imdiately went to open the door, revealing Aurora Sinclair walking in with her backpack on.
Kevin Whitlock’s body went stiff. He didn’t dare to turn around, his eyes fixed on Alvin Morgan.
"Morgan, do you have a guest?"
Alvin Morgan shot him a cool glance before introducing him to Aurora Sinclair. "This is my cousin, Kevin Whitlock."
Aurora Sinclair walked over, set down her backpack, and offered a polite greeting.
Kevin Whitlock looked into Aurora Sinclair’s calm eyes and was terrified. He stood up reflexively. "Hello..."
Aurora Sinclair nodded. "I’ve seen you before. Two years ago."
"..."
Kevin Whitlock could barely control his fear now, his body trembling involuntarily.
"I still have things to do. I’ll be going now..."
Aurora Sinclair watched him flee in a panic, then pursed her lips and looked up at Alvin Morgan. "Morgan, I heard your conversation. Is the man whose eyes changed color dead?"
Alvin Morgan reached out and grasped her ice-cold hand, saying comfortingly, "It’s alright. We have other leads."
"How did he die?"
"His internal organs were shattered by Power. Our initial assessnt is that the killer’s strength is at least at the Martial Arts Master level. They avoided most of the surveillance caras, their movents were clean and efficient, and they weren’t spotted by anyone." Alvin Morgan paused, then added, "From the only footage we have, the killer has a small fra, almost like a woman’s..."
Aurora Sinclair’s gaze shifted slightly, and her fingers seed to grow even colder than before.
"Morgan, I..."
"Of course I trust you. There aren’t many female Martial Arts Masters in Kingsford, but there are a few. And we can’t rule out a man..."
Seeing her serious expression, Alvin Morgan reached out and ruffled her hair. "Aurora, I will get to the bottom of this."
Aurora Sinclair nodded, but she still felt uneasy.
As for Kevin Whitlock, it took him a long while after leaving to calm down. Thinking about that suspicious white hair, he found it impossible not to suspect Aurora Sinclair.
He imdiately took out his phone and called the bureau chief.
"Chief, that white hair might be connected to Sunstone."
***
That evening, lody Sinclair suddenly received a call from the gate guard, saying that people from the Martial Affairs Bureau wanted to co in.
Flora Guthrie asked in confusion, "The Martial Affairs Bureau? What are they doing here so late at night?"
lody Sinclair grew nervous, afraid they were people sent by the Lowell Family to find her.
A mont later, the doorbell suddenly rang.
lody Sinclair opened the door to find seven or eight n in black uniforms standing outside.
The Power emanating from each of them was strong. Nearly all were at the Martial Arts Master level, and there was even one Grandmaster.
Her expression changed instantly. She asked cautiously, "What do you want?"
One of the n showed lody Sinclair his credentials and asked politely, with a forced smile, "Excuse , does a Miss Aurora Sinclair live here? We’d like to ask her a few questions."
"I’m sorry, please co back tomorrow. She’s already asleep." As she spoke, lody Sinclair tried to close the door, but the man blocked it, his strength so great that she couldn’t resist.
"Look, we just need to ask Miss Sinclair a few questions. We’ll leave right after and won’t disturb your rest."
"Sinclair, let them in." Aurora Sinclair had already co down from upstairs.
When the man saw Aurora Sinclair, his pupils contracted. ’It really is her.’
lody Sinclair let the Martial Arts Masters into the house.
On the living room sofa sat a very beautiful woman, her posture poised. When the lead man saw her, he was so shocked he almost fell to his knees.
’What is the Sect Leader of the Ghost Eye Sect doing here?’
The man hurried over and perford an ancient martial salute to Flora Guthrie. "What are you doing here, Ma’am?"
"What business do you have with my disciple so late at night?"
The man was tongue-tied. Steeling himself, he pulled a photograph from his coat. "Soone was killed last night. The suspect is a woman, with strength at the Martial Arts Master level at least..."
"Insolent!" Flora Guthrie’s expression changed in a flash. She glared at him and barked sharply.
The man shuddered, his Power retracting completely. He bowed low and said in a hushed voice, "No... You’ve misunderstood... We ca to find Miss Aurora Sinclair to learn more about the situation when she and Young Lord Morgan encountered that man."
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