My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 452 - 414: Does She Owe You Money?

Sunstone Town.

A small clinic.

Leigh Miles and Indie Lowell were in the courtyard, chopping herbs.

This was the daily task of preparing herbs that Ronan Warner assigned to Leigh.

"Indie, have you tested your attributes yet?"

Indie Lowell wiped her forehead and nodded. "I did. Tiger and I both have Vitality and Fire attributes."

"I’m so jealous! I have Vitality and Wood attributes. Same as Mr. Beta. He said Mr. Dixon tested for four, which makes him the most talented one of them all."

"Four?" Indie Lowell was stunned for a moment.

"Vitality, Water, Gold, and Wind attributes. I have no idea how he comprehended them all. And he won’t even teach me! To think I was worried he was advancing too quickly and his foundation would be unstable..." Leigh Miles pouted and grumbled.

Four years had transformed Leigh Miles into a young woman. Her baby fat had given way to a classic oval face, her once-childish features had matured, and her body was slender and graceful, like a willow branch stretching toward the sky.

Her personality, however, hadn’t changed much. She still pouted when she was upset, instantly turning into a little chatterbox.

Indie Lowell shook her head, a smile in her eyes.

Anyone could see that Dean Morgan liked her, but the girl, much like her senior sister, was completely oblivious when it came to her own affairs. Plus, with Dean being so stoic and clumsy with his words, Leigh had only ever seen him as a brother.

"You’re heading off to Arcadian University to register next month?" Indie Lowell interrupted her grumbling with a smile.

Leigh Miles paused, then nodded. "Mr. Dixon is coming to pick me up for Arcadian University next month."

Indie Lowell smiled. "When you get to Kingsford, will you be staying in a dorm? Or at the Morgan Family’s place?"

"Master told me to stay with the Warner Family. Room and board are covered—it’s economical and practical." Leigh Miles chuckled, her eyes narrowing into thin lines.

Seeing her money-obsessed expression, Indie Lowell sighed helplessly. "Wouldn’t staying with the Morgan Family also include room and board?"

"Oh, it’s not the same."

"How is it not the same?"

"It’s just... Who’s there?"

Leigh’s smiling face suddenly turned fierce as she flung the knife in her hand toward the courtyard gate.

Indie Lowell watched her figure dash out of the courtyard, wiped her hands, and called out anxiously, "Be careful!"

Leigh’s lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze fixed on the black-cloaked figure ahead.

The person must have been new to the area and unfamiliar with the roads, because they soon ran into a dead-end alley.

With silver needles pinched between her fingers, Leigh flicked her wrist, striking the person squarely in the lower back.

The person’s body stiffened for a moment before collapsing to the ground.

Leigh approached slowly, her expression cold. "Did you think you could just come and go from Sunstone’s territory as you please?"

Just as Leigh bent down to lift the person’s mask, a silver glint flashed past, nearly grazing her hand.

The person on the ground leaped up instantly, a dagger in hand, and began to fight with Leigh.

Leigh, fighting bare-handed, was locked in a fierce and even match with her opponent.

"Leigh, catch!"

Indie Lowell’s voice suddenly rang out from the alley’s entrance.

The herb-chopping cleaver came flying through the air.

Now armed, Leigh’s attacks grew heavier. She not only ripped the mask from her opponent’s face but also landed a blow on her chest.

’It’s a girl?’

Leigh froze for a second, and the girl took the opportunity to throw a handful of powder at her before turning to flee.

Leigh held her breath and sneered. Silver needles appeared in her hand again, and she shot them at the fleeing girl’s back.

Using silver needles to seal acupoints—it was Warner’s signature technique.

With a THUD, the girl dropped to her knees.

***

"Let me go—"

Ruth Winslow glared fiercely at Leigh Miles and Indie Lowell.

She was currently hog-tied on the floor. Remembering what had just happened, she was so furious she could barely speak, wishing she could tear the two women before her to shreds.

’They had actually tied her to a pole and carried her back.’

’That was how they tied up pigs for slaughter back home!’

Leigh Miles sat at the stone table, took a sip of tea, and asked with a smile, "Alright, talk. Where are you from? What are you doing in Sunstone?"

Ruth Winslow glared, her lips sealed in defiance.

Leigh wasn’t offended. She turned to Indie Lowell, who was standing behind her. "Indie, search her..."

"You dare—"

But no matter how fiercely Ruth Winslow glared, Indie Lowell unceremoniously patted her down, finding several hidden weapons, various bottles and jars, and a palm-sized compass.

Indie Lowell picked up the compass and examined it. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Leigh, look at this..."

The compass looked similar to Master Aerion’s; even the pattern on the bottom was identical.

Leigh took the compass and crouched down to look at the girl. "Where did you buy this compass?"

Ruth Winslow rolled her eyes and scoffed, remaining silent as if she were mute.

Seeing this, Leigh stood up, took the compass, and started to walk out. "Indie, I’m going to find Master."

***

Sunstone Village.

Flora Guthrie was in her yard feeding the chickens when she heard that girl, Leigh, shouting, "Master, there’s trouble! The owner of your compass has shown up..."

Flora Guthrie’s expression changed slightly. She straightened up and walked out of the gate.

"What’s all the racket? You’re shouting so loud my chickens will be too scared to lay eggs."

Leigh Miles rubbed her nose. "Ma’am, have you seen Master?"

Flora Guthrie’s face was stern. She shot Leigh a glare. "I’m not his wife, why would I be watching him all day?"

"Hehehe, you could be if you wanted to..."

Flora Guthrie’s gaze sharpened. She snatched a broom from beside the door and brandished it as if to strike her, scaring Leigh into begging for mercy. "Ma’am, that’s not a good look! I still need to get married someday!"

"Can’t you say anything nice! Let me see the compass."

Flora Guthrie tossed the broom aside and pinched her cheek.

Leigh quickly handed her the compass, rubbing her slightly reddened cheek.

"Ma’am, isn’t this the same as the compass Master treasures?"

Flora Guthrie took the compass and examined it closely. "Where is its owner?" she asked grimly.

"At Warner’s clinic."

Flora Guthrie immediately started walking toward the village entrance.

"My master..."

"He went to the Kaelan Mountains to see your senior sister."

"Oh..."

The two of them returned to the small courtyard.

Flora Guthrie looked at the person tied up on the ground and said, exasperated, "Hurry up and untie her."

"Ma’am, she’s very powerful. If we untie her, she’ll run."

Flora Guthrie shot her a look. "She’s from one of the secluded families of Esteros."

Leigh Miles was stunned.

Esteros was said to be inhabited entirely by reclusive individuals of immense power, who rarely ever appeared in the outside world.

Flora Guthrie sat down at the stone table, looked at the woman before her, and asked calmly, "Young lady, which family from Esteros are you from? What business do you have in our Veridia?"

The moment Leigh removed the silver needles, Ruth Winslow couldn’t wait to attack her, eager to avenge her earlier humiliation.

Watching the two fight in the courtyard, Flora Guthrie rolled her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a roar infused with her Power, a sound that threatened to shatter their eardrums. "Both of you, stop—"

Leigh and Ruth Winslow exchanged a palm strike, each stumbling back three or four steps, and glared at each other furiously.

Flora Guthrie picked up the fresh cup of tea Indie Lowell had poured for her and said coolly, "This is Sunstone. This is not a place for you people from Esteros to run wild!"

Ruth Winslow stiffened. She glanced back at Flora, her lips pressing into a thin line.

’Her father had indeed told her about a few places in the world she should never go. One of them was Sunstone in Veridia.’

"What are you here for?" Flora Guthrie lifted the lid of her teacup and took a sip.

"To find someone."

"Find who?"

"Aurora Sinclair."

Leigh’s expression shifted slightly. She took a step forward. "Why are you looking for her?"

"I have my reasons..."

Ruth Winslow raised her dagger again, holding it horizontally in front of her in a defensive stance.

Leigh studied her suspiciously. ’This girl has such a cold expression, she looks like someone owes her a million dollars.’

She couldn’t help but ask, "Does she owe you money?"