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No matter how famous the High School Detective was, he was only a Private Detective who had just begun to make a name for himself. His status was far too far beneath theirs. Besides, the media loved exaggerating facts, so Councilman Takada and his secretary had only heard of Jiang Xia's exploits—they had never seriously looked into him.
Who would have thought that the Detective would not only run into a case during the warm-up live broadcast for the awards ceremony, but would happen upon a case connected to them—and even unintentionally cause them trouble?
Councilman Takada stared fixedly at the screen. The killer's twisted, delighted face kept flashing through his mind, along with keywords like apartment, hotel, and scandal. "..." It was right before the election. He had been giving speeches, pulling strings everywhere, and even lowering himself to present an award to that brat. If a scandal broke at a time like this...
Councilman Takada's breath caught in his throat. Clutching his chest, he collapsed onto the sofa with a thud.
His secretary and wife were both startled. The secretary hurried to find emergency medicine and call for a Doctor.
His wife rushed over too, taking the councilman's hand as she worriedly said, "Why are you so upset? Was that reporter implying something about you? Don't worry, everyone has a few fabricated scandals. It must be those old rivals of yours..."
But as she spoke, she suddenly sensed that something was off. Her gaze turned suspicious. "Wait. Hotels and apartments—what exactly is this scandal? Why are you reacting so strongly? Don't tell me it's real."
Councilman Takada: "..."
He had not actually been feeling that bad. But now, he had no choice but to put on an act.
Councilman Takada took a deep breath, suddenly closed his