My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 107 - 101: More Trouble Than You’re Worth

Two hours later, Norman Trent slowly regained consciousness and found himself tied to a chair.

He panicked and roared, "Let me go—my dad is Victor Trent! Let me go—"

Alvin Morgan rested his chin on his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched Norman struggle with an indifferent expression.

Norman Trent had never seen Alvin Morgan before, but his intuition told him the man before him was clearly a person of status. He was scared to death and continued to shout, "Let me go—I’m a member of the Trent Family—"

He was just like a child who loses a fight and immediately starts bringing up his father.

Beta Morgan rolled his eyes, strode forward, and stuffed a rag into Norman’s mouth.

Norman Trent thrashed his head, resisting desperately. His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Norman Trent, twenty-one years old, a member of the Trent Family. Your father, Victor Trent, is the family’s Young Master and a director at Seawell Pharma. Seawell Pharma is as renowned as Warner Pharmaceuticals; one in the south, one in the north, they are Veridia’s leading pharmaceutical giants..." Beta Morgan recited Norman’s entire background as if from memory.

Norman’s struggles gradually ceased. His eyes were wide, as if he couldn’t believe the man before him knew so much.

"Since your father is so powerful, he should know what it means to attack a member of the Morgan Family in Veridia, right?"

Beta Morgan flashed his ID. The Morgan Family Emblem on it terrified Norman so much that he shook his head repeatedly, his eyes filled with horror. He tried to make a sound, but Beta Morgan gave him no chance, saying coldly, "The Martial Affairs Bureau is waiting for you on the shore..."

***

Meanwhile, upon receiving a distress call from the bodyguards, a furious Victor Trent immediately dispatched men to the coast, only to be met with the insignia of the Martial Affairs Bureau.

The man who arrived was August Trent, Victor Trent’s confidant. His heart tightened, and he immediately turned to leave, but several black cars blocked his path.

August Trent feigned composure and asked for the reason.

The Martial Affairs Bureau’s captain, Rocco Chaucer, had dealt with the Trent Family for many years and knew their cautious nature well. His expression was calm as he stared into August’s eyes and said, word by word, "According to the report, Norman Trent just attacked the Morgan Family’s yacht..."

Most people would have been scared out of their wits upon hearing this, but August Trent truly was Victor Trent’s right-hand man; he had weathered many storms. Only a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before he asked without a change in expression, "Captain Chaucer, were there any casualties among the Morgans? My master is usually too busy to keep an eye on the young master. I can’t believe he’s caused such a disaster. I’ll report this to the master immediately."

’Sly old fox,’ Rocco Chaucer cursed inwardly, then said lightly, "Currently, there are no reports of casualties."

"...That’s good. Thank goodness no one was hurt. If even one of them had been injured, the Trent Family couldn’t afford to compensate them, even if we went bankrupt..."

The insinuation in his words infuriated Chaucer. ’This Trent Family really doesn’t know their place. Do they really think they’re still the powerhouse they once were?’

He struggled to suppress his anger, maintaining a nonchalant act. "Mr. Trent, aren’t you the least bit curious what Norman Trent used to attack the Morgans?"

August Trent’s expression finally flickered.

The corner of Rocco Chaucer’s mouth curled up. "A gun. That’s illegal possession of a firearm!"

"That’s... impossible..." August Trent’s face paled in shock.

The Morgan Family’s status has been unique for over a century. Their lives were considered more precious than national treasures. The Trent Family might be able to negotiate their way out of a simple assault, but an attack with a firearm? That changed everything.

At that moment, Rocco Chaucer looked as though he had finally won a round. His voice was tinged with smugness as he said, "Mr. Trent, the yacht has arrived."

***

Norman Trent and the Trent Family bodyguards were shoved off the yacht by the Morgans, trussed up and looking utterly miserable.

August Trent glared daggers at Norman Trent, wishing he could slap him a few times on Victor Trent’s behalf.

’What a liability!’

When he saw Cassius Morgan helping Susan Warner slowly disembark from the yacht, August Trent’s face instantly went white, and he nearly lost his composure. He had assumed it was only the younger Morgans on board; he never expected Master Morgan to be there as well. The repercussions for this attack were going to be severe.

"Master Morgan..."

Cassius Morgan ignored him, getting straight into a car under the protection of the Martial Affairs Bureau and the Morgan men.

A growing unease filled August Trent. He immediately dialed Victor Trent’s number to report what had happened.

The man on the other end was silent for a moment before replying ruthlessly, "There can be no accidents before the plan is complete! You know what to do!"

The voice on the phone was devoid of emotion, as if Norman Trent meant nothing at all.

August Trent’s heart sank.

***

Because of the incident with Norman Trent, the Morgans flew back to Kingsford overnight.

Leigh Miles squatted by the sofa, poked Norman Trent’s face, which was swollen like a pig’s head, and said over her shoulder, "The toxins seem to have subsided a bit."

That afternoon, while the Martial Affairs Bureau was interrogating Norman, Rocco Chaucer noticed he was dehydrated and had someone bring him a bottle of water. Unexpectedly, it had been laced with a neurotoxin.

Luckily, Beta Morgan had been present, and he always carried an assortment of potent antidotes.

Rocco Chaucer immediately put a blackout on all news about Norman Trent and arranged for a decoy, allowing the Morgans to secretly transport the real Norman back to Kingsford for his protection.

The southern coastal region had always been the Trent Family’s territory. Their influence there was so great it had become a concern for the Martial Affairs Bureau.

Forty years ago, the Trent Family was driven out of Kingsford by a joint effort from the Morgan and Warner families for supporting the Young Family’s "Plan A."

The two families—the Trents and the Youngs—later moved their industries to the southern coastal region and, over several decades, became a considerable power. In the pharmaceutical industry, they were almost on par with the Warner Family.

Furthermore, twenty years ago, the two families signed an extensive pharmaceutical partnership with Crestland’s IBG Bio-Group. Since then, it was as if they were using a cheat code, and they seemed poised to surpass the Warner Family.

The Warners within the Martial Affairs Bureau had been monitoring them constantly but could never find any incriminating evidence.

Norman Trent’s crime had given them a breakthrough. Unfortunately, the Trent Family was ruthless enough to poison their own kin.

Fortunately, Beta Morgan’s antidote worked, and Leigh Miles administered a few acupuncture needles to save his life. Now, they just had to wait for him to wake up to continue the interrogation.

Dean Morgan brought Leigh Miles a cup of hot milk and urged her to go to sleep. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

But Leigh Miles was full of energy. She gulped down the milk, wiped her mouth, and asked Dean Morgan, "Mr. Dixon, how many days off did you get for me?"

"Three days."

"Does that mean I don’t have to go to school in the morning?" Leigh Miles’s eyes sparkled.

Dean Morgan nodded.

"So... will I get paid for these days off?"

Dean Morgan was speechless.

’Such a penny-pincher!’

***

Meanwhile, someone else in Kingsford also received a phone call.

"Make your move—"

After a five-hour flight, the Morgan family’s plane landed at a private airfield.

Several of the Morgans’ private cars drove directly onto the tarmac. Members of the Martial Affairs Bureau formed a tight cordon around the vehicles as a figure covered with a white sheet was carried off the plane and quickly loaded into an ambulance.

Then, several members of the Morgan family followed them into the ambulance.

On the quiet airport highway, a convoy of more than ten vehicles escorted the ambulance in a grand procession toward the Warner family’s pharmaceutical research center.

The Warner Family Head, Emil Warner, held a deep-seated grudge against the Trent Family and was completely unwilling to treat one of them. He only relented after Master Morgan personally called and made the request.

"Go and prepare. The Morgans’ convoy is almost here." Emil Warner put on a white lab coat and washed his hands.

"Family Head, are we really going to save a Trent? The Trent Family gave us no end of trouble back in the day..."

Emil Warner sighed. "The Morgans have spoken. They said this person is a key figure and must be saved. Go warn the younger members of the Warner clan to be smart and not cause any trouble..."

Outside the room, David Lawson asked the young man beside him, "Young Warner, the person arriving is from the Trent Family. Last year, they were taking veiled jabs at us online, saying our medicine was too expensive. Should we teach him a lesson?"