Two cases that should have had absolutely nothing to do with each other had suddenly become intertwined. For a moment, Hashimoto Maya's thoughts stalled: If he remembered correctly, the case that had made the makeup artist suspect him had also been Uzo's handiwork.
At the time, Mr. Irish had been tracking someone downstairs and had nearly been struck on the spot by the person falling from the building... S-so this case hadn't just been meant to provoke his superior? Behind that simple attempt to crush someone, there had actually been this sort of invisible, relentless killing move hidden within it?!
"..." Thinking of that thread of malice that had long been lurking at his side without being noticed in time, Hashimoto Maya went cold all over. So he had stepped into Uzo's trap as early as then? But at the time, only Mr. Irish had clashed with Uzo. As an assistant, he had remained hidden behind the scenes and had never even come into contact with Uzo!
...Could Uzo really scheme against him as well just by using Mr. Irish as an intermediary?
As the thought flashed through his mind, Hashimoto Maya felt helplessness rise from the depths of his heart. Mr. Irish was actually going up against someone like that—this was practically a pirate ship doomed to sink... And now, he was aboard it, watching as a hole opened in the deck. At any moment, the ship might start glugging its way under.
Jiang Xia harvested iced black tea for a while, then suddenly noticed that the killing intent had stopped appearing.
He paused slightly, shifting his gaze away from the killing intent and toward Hashimoto Maya. Only then did he notice that the man looked as though his soul had left his body.
Jiang Xia: "..." The