In the Morgan Family’s lab, Benjamin Morgan stared at the new data on the terminal, so shocked he nearly did a spit-take.
’Who uploaded this voice into the system?’
He imdiately called the system’s R&D team. The person on the other end replied, "The Family Head specifically requested it. He said it would be a waste not to use the Fourth Master’s resources, and that it could even boost sales of our consur products."
Benjamin Morgan was speechless.
’Is he really selling out his own son like that?’
’What’s going to happen if the Fourth Master finds out?’
「At the Morgan Residence—」
The atmosphere in the study was a bit tense.
Beta Morgan glanced cautiously at his master. The man hadn’t said a word in ages, and it was clear he was in a terrible mood.
An intelligent computer sat before him, his long, slender fingers tapping away at the keyboard, but the system just kept beeping with error ssages.
"DING—"
"DING—"
"DING—"
With every beep, Alvin Morgan’s expression darkened, until it looked like the calm before a storm.
Suddenly, Alvin Morgan pushed away from the keyboard and stood up.
"Beta Morgan—"
"Fourth Master, I’m here!"
"To the research center!"
Beta Morgan: ...
’Is there really a system the Fourth Master can’t crack?’
When they arrived at the research center, he realized the system his master had been trying to crack was one he had written himself.
The very sa intelligent system used in Ditto Number 2.
’Isn’t this a classic case of shooting himself in the foot?’
Two hours later, Aurora Sinclair suddenly received a ssage from Alvin Morgan.
[Morgan: Female bodyguard, you’re on duty tomorrow. Bring Ditto Number 2 with you. I’m going to upgrade its system.]
***
「The next morning.」
Aurora Sinclair was the first to report for duty, bringing Titus Miles with her into Beta Morgan’s car.
Beta Morgan handed her a copy of the Morgan Family’s bodyguard manual and said earnestly, "Aurora, your duty is to protect my master’s safety. You must stay by his side at all tis and eliminate any potential threats to his life."
Aurora Sinclair nodded seriously.
"The manual lists so important work protocols. You must follow them diligently."
Aurora Sinclair nodded again and began to flip through the manual.
Seeing Aurora Sinclair’s professionalism in the rearview mirror, Beta Morgan added with satisfaction, "By the way, Aurora, my master hates having won near him, so another part of your job is to stop any woman from getting within a ter of him."
This ti, Aurora Sinclair didn’t nod. She asked, puzzled, "I’m a woman, too."
"You don’t count!"
Aurora Sinclair pressed her lips together.
***
When Alvin Morgan ca out of his bedroom, he froze.
The usual line of black-suited bodyguards stood in the hallway, but now there was an extra person at the very end.
She was small and slender, only reaching the shoulder of the bodyguard next to her.
She wore a slightly oversized black suit and a matching pair of small sunglasses, standing perfectly straight just like the n beside her.
"Aurora..."
Aurora Sinclair dutifully took a step forward and called out, "Present!"
"You..." Alvin Morgan couldn’t help but ask, suppressing a laugh, "Why are you dressed like that?"
Aurora Sinclair looked down at her clothes and asked, perplexed, "Isn’t this the standard bodyguard uniform?"
Alvin Morgan shook his head, holding back his laughter, and gestured for her to follow him to the dining room.
"Have you eaten?"
Aurora Sinclair nodded.
"Have a seat."
"I can’t. Bodyguards aren’t allowed to sit."
"You can."
"I can’t. I’m a bodyguard right now." After speaking, she even glanced at the other black-suited bodyguards standing ramrod straight nearby.
Alvin Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache coming on. He was suddenly starting to regret making her his bodyguard.
But Aurora Sinclair was taking her job very seriously.
After the al, Alvin Morgan picked up the dormant Ditto Miles, ready to go to the study and upgrade its system.
When he saw Aurora Sinclair standing dutifully at the entrance to the study, he rembered that bodyguards were not allowed inside.
He laughed in spite of himself. "Aurora, from now on, in addition to being my bodyguard, you’re also my personal assistant."
Aurora Sinclair thought for a mont, then nodded.
’Bodyguard Manual, Rule Number One: Obey all of the boss’s orders!’
Alvin Morgan led Aurora Sinclair into a secret elevator and down to the underground laboratory.
The robot, Ditto, was waiting at the elevator door as always to welco them.
"Welco, Master and Miss Aurora! Huh? Is this Ditto’s little brother?"
Ditto followed behind Alvin Morgan, even extending a chanical arm to poke Ditto Miles.
"Ditto, prepare the upgrade pod. Aurora, have Ditto Miles power on!" Alvin Morgan placed Ditto Miles on a tal lab bench, then turned to put on the white lab coat hanging on the wall.
This was the first ti Aurora Sinclair had seen Alvin Morgan in a lab coat, and she watched him curiously for a mont.
Alvin Morgan sat down at the computer next to the lab bench and started typing on the keyboard.
The light on Ditto Miles’s chest slowly brightened, and a voice—Darius Lynch’s voice—rang out, "Ditto Miles system starting up! It is my pleasure to serve you, my master!"
Alvin Morgan’s gaze darkened slightly. He pursed his lips and typed a few more keys.
"Warning! Warning! The Ditto Miles system has been breached. Initiate counterattack?"
Alvin Morgan said to Aurora Sinclair, "Tell it to lower its defenses."
Aurora Sinclair nodded and said to Ditto Miles, "Lower defenses."
The red light on Ditto Miles’s chest imdiately turned green, and it once again lay quietly on the tal bench.
Alvin Morgan quickly upgraded its system, taking the opportunity to add his own voice pack.
As soon as the upgrade was complete, Ditto Miles’s voice changed to Alvin Morgan’s.
"Ditto Miles system rebooting! It is my pleasure to serve you! My master!"
Aurora Sinclair was completely stunned. She looked back and forth between Alvin Morgan and Ditto Miles, then asked curiously, "Morgan, did you just speak?"
Alvin Morgan’s expression beca a little unnatural, and he felt a pang of regret. "There’s a bug in the system voice pack. Let fix it."
Alvin Morgan quickly changed the voice back to Darius Lynch’s.
But Aurora Sinclair said earnestly, "Your voice is very nice."
Alvin Morgan froze for a second, then the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He asked softly, "Should I change it back?"
"Mhm."
After he changed it back, Aurora Sinclair acted as if she’d found a new toy and kept talking to Ditto Miles, making the tips of Alvin Morgan’s ears turn red.
Finally, he forcibly shut down Ditto Miles’s system.
"Aurora, you can talk to ."
Aurora Sinclair blinked and shook her head. "I can’t disturb the boss while he’s working."
Alvin Morgan: ...
’That Beta Morgan really needs to be sent out for so "training"!’
Elsewhere, Beta Morgan let out a loud sneeze and gloated internally, ’The Fourth Master is probably praising !’
***
Alvin Morgan continued to adjust Ditto Miles’s programming while explaining its functions to Aurora Sinclair, and the two of them lost track of ti.
It wasn’t until the robot Ditto announced the ti that Alvin Morgan realized it was already noon.
"Co on, let’s go up and eat."
"Where is the Morgan Residence’s cafeteria?" Aurora Sinclair pulled the bodyguard manual out of her pocket and flipped through it slowly until she found a certain page, pointing to a line as she asked.
Alvin Morgan stared at her speechlessly for a mont, then simply confiscated the manual. "You’ll eat with ."
"Mhm."
"You’re not like them."
"Why?" Aurora Sinclair asked blankly.
A cryptic smile played on Alvin Morgan’s lips. "Because you are my exclusive bodyguard!"
Aurora Sinclair blinked. "Like Mr. Beta?"
"...No, not the sa. You are you!"
Alvin Morgan reached out and ruffled her hair, his eyes filled with adoration.
Aurora Sinclair seed very happy and shyly lowered her head.
A few minutes later, the elevator reached ground level.
With a "DING—".
The elevator doors slid open slowly, revealing an old man sitting behind a large desk.
The old man wore a simple cyan t-shirt, a pair of gold-rimd glasses perched on his face. His hair was graying, but his complexion was ruddy, giving him the distant appearance of a knowledgeable scholar.
Standing beside him was an unremarkable young man who was doing his best to conceal the "Power" of a High Rank Martial Cultivator.
Aurora Sinclair’s pupils contracted. She shot forward to stand in front of Alvin Morgan as her own "Power" instantly flared to life.
The young man’s expression changed drastically. As if facing a powerful enemy, he moved to shield the old man.
The two warily sized each other up, and a dangerous atmosphere began to build.
The old man’s wrist buzzed several tis, as if warning him of the danger here.
"You must be the young lady from the Sinclair Family?" the old man was the first to speak.
Aurora Sinclair faltered, glancing back at Alvin Morgan as she slowly retracted her "Power".
Alvin Morgan gave her a look of pleased approval before introducing, with a hint of helplessness, "Aurora, this is my grandfather."
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