My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 459 - 421: A New Official Takes Office

The International Penitentiary was located on an isolated island, cut off from the world. Its inhabitants were a group of the most vicious criminals, making the job there the most dangerous of all Supervisor positions.

For a young woman like Aurora Sinclair to become the head of the penitentiary, one could only imagine how torturous the next fifty years would be.

The Winslow Clan would truly stop at nothing to suppress her.

Kael Miles sighed, feeling a touch of regret.

But upon arriving on the Continent of Arcadia, Aurora Sinclair contacted Alvin Morgan directly. "Morgan, the plan was a success. I’ve made it into The International Penitentiary."

A smile touched Alvin Morgan’s eyes. "Can you bring family along?"

The tips of Aurora Sinclair’s ears turned a little red. "I don’t know..." she said, flustered.

The handover of duties would take about a week.

Although Morgan Linton was now an Advanced Supervisor, he was still in awe of Aurora Sinclair.

He took her on a tour of the penitentiary, briefly introducing the situation in each of its internal sections.

Besides Martial Artists, the facility also housed a considerable number of ordinary people.

The two sections were kept separate. The area for ordinary people was larger, while the Martial Artist section was relatively small.

A Laser Wall separated the two sides, ensuring the safety of the ordinary people’s section.

The two of them passed through the Laser Wall, moving from the ordinary section into the Martial Artist section.

It was extremely quiet here. All the cells were two-person rooms, assigned based on the inmates’ power levels.

The further in they went, the stronger the criminals were.

Morgan Linton only showed her around the regular cell blocks; he didn’t take her into the special cells further inside.

"The inmates in there are rather special. Their power levels are extremely high. Unless there’s a specific reason, it’s best not to go in," Morgan Linton kindly advised.

Aurora Sinclair nodded, taking note.

Afterward, Morgan Linton introduced her to the Basic Supervisors at The International Penitentiary, as well as the managers responsible for the ordinary criminals’ section.

These Basic Supervisors had witnessed her methods at the Guardian conference. They watched her nervously now, but their eyes still held a look of reverence.

"Greetings, Lord Sinclair." A total of twenty Basic Supervisors saluted her in unison with a respectful Ancient Martial Ceremony.

Aurora Sinclair gave a slight nod.

This display surprised the manager of the ordinary criminals’ section who was standing nearby.

These people had always been arrogant toward them; he hadn’t expected them to be so deferential to a girl who looked so young.

’Could her power level really be that high?’

"Your Excellency, these are the heads of the ordinary section."

Aurora Sinclair glanced over. There were six people in total—four men and two women—responsible for the men’s and women’s wings of the ordinary section, respectively.

One of them, an older, middle-aged man, bowed to her. "Lord Sinclair, I am the general manager of the ordinary section, Horace Linton. I look forward to working under your guidance."

Aurora Sinclair nodded slightly and glanced at Morgan Linton. "One of yours?"

Appointing one’s own relatives was common practice at The International Penitentiary, but Morgan Linton looked a bit awkward at the moment. "He’s my great-grandson. He’s quite capable. I hope Your Excellency will look after him..."

Aurora Sinclair nodded again.

Although she hadn’t said anything, Horace Linton’s heart was already in his throat.

The saying goes that a new official lights three fires, and he worried the first flame would be lit under him.

Besides, his great-grandfather was about to leave, which meant his own future path would not be an easy one.

He immediately tried to curry favor. "Lord Sinclair, I will do my utmost to assist you in handling all matters, big and small, within the penitentiary."

"I’ll be counting on you," Aurora Sinclair replied coolly.

After the introductions, Morgan Linton eagerly packed his things, ready to head to The Holy Mountain to focus on his Martial Cultivation.

Meanwhile, Aurora Sinclair prepared to return to Sunstone to handle Sect affairs.

"You damn Daoist, why haven’t you changed yet? They’re already at the airport!" Flora Guthrie, dressed to the nines, yelled as she ran into Master Aerion’s small courtyard.

Their apprentice had just become an Intermediate Supervisor and was about to return home in glory, yet this man was still fiddling with that useless Compass of his.

Master Aerion held a finger to his lips, shushing her as he silently watched the needle of the Compass.

Flora Guthrie was furious. Ever since Dawn Miles had left for the Guardian conference, he had locked himself up every day, fiddling with that thing. He was practically going mad.

She snatched the Compass from the table and threw it aside. "Go get changed!"

"Hey! You woman, I was just at a critical moment..." Master Aerion’s face turned pale as he scrambled to retrieve the Compass.

"Who are you calling ’woman’? Believe it or not, I’ll smash that stupid Compass!" Flora Guthrie glared at Master Aerion and raised her hand to strike him.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay?" Master Aerion expertly dodged her, scooped the Compass up from the floor, and beat a hasty retreat.

"Master Aerion, you get back here—"

Flora Guthrie stomped her foot in the courtyard, fuming.

Up in a crooked-neck tree on the back hill, Master Aerion wiped the sweat from his brow and muttered under his breath, ’Please don’t be broken...’

But his worst fears came true. The Compass needle had stopped moving, stuck firmly in one position.

’It’s really broken? That damn woman... this is an antique...’

Master Aerion was about to lose his mind. He grabbed the Compass and ran to find Quentin Stone.

"Mr. Stone, quick, help me look at this..."

Quentin Stone was in the middle of changing clothes. When he saw that the man was still fussing over the Compass, he scowled. "We’ll talk about it later. Rory is about to be back."

"Mr. Stone, just take one look. The Compass suddenly stopped spinning."

Quentin Stone took the Compass, glanced at it, and locked it directly in a nearby box. "Something inside might be broken. Leave it here for now. We’ll fix it after we see Rory..."

Master Aerion looked at the box and seemed to sigh helplessly.

For days, he had been using the Compass for divination, but no matter how many times he tried, his apprentice’s fate remained hazy and unclear...

***

「The International Martial Arts Bureau.」

A blond, blue-eyed Basic Supervisor was accompanying a newly appointed Intermediate Supervisor on an inspection of the various departments.

Both of them were new Supervisors at The International Martial Arts Bureau.

Only four people were promoted at the recent Guardian conference. The original Intermediate Supervisors from both The International Martial Arts Bureau and The International Martial Alliance had been successfully challenged and unseated.

One was assigned to The International Penitentiary, while the other had come here.

Francis Sloan was the Basic Supervisor who had successfully mounted his challenge with Aurora Sinclair’s help.

He was originally from The International Martial Alliance and secretly allied with Kael Miles.

He hadn’t expected The Holy Mountain to stick him in charge of The International Martial Arts Bureau.

He knew nothing about this place, and since the Basic Supervisors at The International Martial Arts Bureau had hardly changed—they were all Howard Winslow’s former subordinates—he didn’t dare give them any significant responsibilities.

Fortunately, accompanying him was a man who had just been promoted from the ranks of the Guardians: Hogg, the former Guardian of Unoria.

His power was immense. If not for Aurora Sinclair’s overwhelming brilliance, he would have undoubtedly been the standout dark horse of the event.

"Hogg, you and I are both new to The International Martial Arts Bureau, so I naturally trust you. When you’re escorting the prisoners, I need you to deliver this box to Lord Sinclair at The International Penitentiary for me."

"Yes, sir..." Hogg respectfully raised his hand in a salute and then took the box with both hands.

The box wasn’t large. It was square, entirely black, with no patterns on it. It looked extremely plain on the outside, but it had some weight to it.

Hogg took the black box back to his office and casually opened it. Inside lay a stunningly beautiful green gemstone.

The smile on his face froze...