My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Leigh Miles and Benjamin Morgan told no one about their private agreement, not even Dean Morgan.

She immediately lowered her voice. "We’ll talk about this in a bit."

Dean Morgan pressed his lips together and let her lead him away.

They drew quite a few stares along the way.

After all, rumors about Leigh Miles and Benjamin Morgan were running rampant throughout the medical school.

While neither of them had ever confirmed it, everyone had seen Benjamin Morgan frequently stop by to give Leigh Miles things.

Now another man had suddenly appeared on the scene—this was juicy gossip no one wanted to miss.

By the time the pair arrived at a private dining restaurant on campus, they had already picked up quite a few tails.

Dean Morgan had now advanced to the rank of Intermediate Martial King, and his hearing was sharp enough to catch nearly every comment from the people following them.

He pressed his lips together, his gaze darkening slightly.

When they arrived, Benjamin Morgan was already there. Leigh Miles moved quite naturally to take a seat next to him.

But Dean Morgan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the seat next to him instead.

Benjamin Morgan raised an eyebrow at the tails following them and smirked. He poured them each a glass of lemonade and calmly asked, "Is everything taken care of with the Master?"

Dean Morgan gave a slight nod. "The Master wants you to go to the Old Master’s place tomorrow and take over for Ford."

"Don’t you usually go?" Benjamin Morgan asked, taking a sip from his glass.

Dean Morgan stiffened slightly before replying, "The Master told me to take a few days off."

"Is that so..." Benjamin Morgan shot him a knowing look.

’This clueless little brother of mine,’ he thought. ’After all these years, he’s still a block of wood. He always needs someone to give him a push.’

’He’s so obviously in love with Leigh Miles, but he refuses to confess or make a move.’

"Oh, right..." Benjamin Morgan pulled two movie tickets from his pocket and slid them in front of Leigh Miles. "Fourth Master gave me these a couple of days ago. Luna can’t go, so they’re all yours."

Leigh Miles’s eyes lit up. She snatched the tickets and gave them a quick kiss, saying excitedly, "Mr. C, where did you get these? I asked Sebastian Lawson for some, but he told me there were hardly any tickets for this early screening."

"That’s right, there aren’t. The Master helped me get these," Benjamin Morgan replied with a smile.

Seeing his expression, Leigh Miles suddenly grew wary. She studied him for a moment before asking cautiously, "Alright, spill it. What do you want me to do for you this time?"

Benjamin Morgan took a sip of his lemonade, feigning deep thought. "Hmm, I’ll have to think long and hard about that..."

The easy, uninhibited way they interacted, as if no one else existed, was like a thorn in Dean Morgan’s side.

His expression gradually darkened, his eyes fixed on Benjamin Morgan.

He suddenly asked, "Benjamin Morgan, what’s going on with you?"

"Huh?" Leigh Miles froze for a second, then turned to look at him in confusion.

Dean Morgan seemed angry. His face was blank, but he was glaring at Benjamin Morgan.

The smile on Benjamin Morgan’s lips widened. He glanced at Leigh Miles, then feigned ignorance as he replied, "What do you mean, ’what’s going on’?"

"You know what I’m asking." Dean Morgan’s voice rose, no longer as terse as usual.

"Mr. Dixon, are you angry?"

Only then did Leigh Miles realize Dean Morgan was angry—and that his anger was directed at Benjamin Morgan.

But Dean Morgan ignored her. He continued to stare into Benjamin Morgan’s eyes, asking, enunciating each word, "Aren’t you pursuing Luna Jennings?"

Benjamin Morgan nodded. "I am. What about it?"

"Then what’s going on between you and Leigh Miles?"

Leigh Miles finally realized he had the wrong idea and hurriedly tried to explain, "Mr. Dixon, it’s a bit complicated. Let’s talk about it when we get back."

"No. Tell me now!"

After Leigh Miles reluctantly explained the situation with the young lady from the Whitlock Family, Dean Morgan’s expression grew even darker than before.

He glared at Benjamin Morgan. "Solve your own problems. Don’t drag Leigh Miles into them."

"Mr. Dixon..." Leigh cried out, seeing her side hustle about to go up in smoke.

To her surprise, Dean Morgan turned to glare at her and said with utmost seriousness, "You are not to take any more of his money. If you’re short on cash, you tell me."

"But..."

"It’s all yours." Dean Morgan shoved his wallet into her hand, grabbed her by the arm, and started pulling her out of the restaurant.

"Wait... hold on... my movie tickets..."

Dean Morgan turned back, snatched the movie tickets from the table, and continued to drag her out.

As they walked, he lectured her. "He’s obviously using you. You’re not to have anything to do with him anymore."

「That same evening.」

All the gossip posts about Leigh Miles and Benjamin Morgan on the campus forum were deleted.

Even their names and their initials became banned terms on the site.

Benjamin Morgan looked helplessly at Dean Morgan, who was sitting opposite him. ’This had to be the Master’s handiwork.’

’I can’t believe this kid actually got the Master to help him scrub the forums.’

"Dixon, was all that really necessary?"

For the first time, Dean Morgan replied with stern conviction:

"Leigh Miles might not care much about her reputation, but I do. So from now on, you are not to use her again. Otherwise, don’t blame me for what happens next."

Benjamin Morgan tilted his head up slightly and retorted, "Why are you so angry? It’s not like she’s your girlfriend."

But Dean Morgan’s expression was dead serious. He looked at him intently and said, "I love her. And she’s going to be mine."

The words had barely left his lips when the sound of something dropping echoed from Benjamin Morgan’s phone.

It startled the man opposite him.

Benjamin Morgan was seen with a foxy grin on his face, saying, "I’ll be leaving my clueless little brother in your hands, then..."