Hashimoto Maya looked toward the door Inozuka Jiro had left through. "Do you think he'll succeed?"
Kurosawa Kazuma seemed to be glowing with an unconventional Buddha's halo. "I've reported it anyway. Whatever mess he makes is his own problem. What does his success or failure have to do with me?"
Hashimoto Maya thought it over. "True. There isn't much difference either way."
If Inozuka Jiro failed to harm Jiang Xia, then with Jiang Xia's sharp senses, the guy might soon be taken away by the police and swiftly silenced.
And if Inozuka Jiro succeeded...
Then, in every sense, he would receive Uzo's close attention.
Hashimoto Maya had absolutely no desire to look back on what had happened to those who had received that kind of treatment so far.
"When will this detention ever end?" Hashimoto Maya glared at the ceiling and cried out inwardly, Mr. Irish, are you still alive? Do you remember you left behind a trusted subordinate?
In another building.
Jiang Xia had no idea about the cries from the bottom of his new underling's heart. He only knew that iced black tea had produced quite a bit extra overnight.
It gave him a pleasant night's sleep.
The next day, Jiang Xia got up refreshed and came downstairs to the lobby with his classmates.
There, he found a crowd gathered in the lobby—the employees of both companies had risen early, and the Bodhi Company employees were happily applauding.
"The results of the design competition must be out." Suzuki Sonoko stood on the stairs and looked toward the center of everyone's attention. She pointed it out to Jiang Xia and Mouri Ran. "The person shaking hands with President Inozuka seems to be the vice president of Sanyu Corporation. Looks like Bodhi Company won and got their sponsorship—Miss Naoko's