"Hmm..." Suzuki Sonoko glanced at where the councilman and the stage had been earlier and found no obvious obstacles between them, much less any important figure who absolutely could not be bumped into.
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe he thought it would attract more attention. Look how smugly he's smiling—maybe he wanted to savor the feeling of being the center of attention a little longer. Hah, such a vain middle-aged uncle."
As she spoke, Jiang Xia nudged her. Suzuki Sonoko turned to look—and saw that the councilman had actually circled over in their direction.
Speaking ill of someone to his face did not seem very polite, so Suzuki Sonoko picked up a small cake and stuffed it into her mouth, physically forcing herself to shut up.
Councilman Takada looked prosperous on the outside, but inside, it was as though an overloaded Motor had been installed in his heart, making it impossible for him to rest even for a moment.
The recent election had kept him unbearably busy, but that was manageable. It concerned his future, and he could constantly bask in others' respectful gazes. The schedule was painful but enjoyable, not too difficult to endure.
What truly troubled him was an unexpected development. Yes, that bizarre reporter who had still hurled threats around before being thrown into Prison.
The dirt that reporter held was actually about Councilman Takada—inside the Apartment building where reporters had camped out to photograph his supposed alibi lived his lovely mistress of many years.
A politician's improper private life was already open to criticism. More importantly, his wife's family was not one to be trifled with. If this matter came to light at such a critical time, he would be in serious trouble.
That bastard reporter had even dared to steal a powerful man's will