Rokujo Mitsuhiko gazed at Torimaru Naoko with deep feeling. "You don't want to keep living like this either, do you? Being ordered around and exploited by that arrogant fool, slowly having your brilliance worn away by terrible work day after day.
"If you come to our company, not only can you freely do the work you love most, you can also work as a model. I truly don't want the world to forget how stunning you were as a model. You're still young—you absolutely can't stop here."
"What are they talking about?" Mouri Ran tried her best to eavesdrop.
Jiang Xia watched the social interactions of adults as though he had learned something. "It sounds like he's courting her, but also like he's poaching talent."
Then he suddenly sensed something and looked into the distance.
A few seconds later, a burly figure came down the steps and joined the talent-poaching scene ahead.
The newcomer wore a designer suit and a huge gold wristwatch, and when he smiled, he even revealed two gold teeth. He stared at President Rokujo. "Rokujo? You're poaching people again? I'd advise you to save your effort. Don't end up failing to poach the good seed and losing yourself instead."
Pressed by the strange Aura of vulgar wealth mixed with traces of the underworld, President Rokujo revealed an awkward smile. "Haha, what poaching? I merely came over to offer my greetings—someone pursuing a beauty like Naoko is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
Inozuka Jiro snorted. "It had better be."
Jiang Xia looked at the man who had suddenly appeared from afar. "?"
...With sunglasses on, he looked even more like Vodka.
Who was this man? Could that dead Inozuka Taro really have had a younger brother who looked like him?
As he pondered this, the little assistant thoughtfully