Jiang Xia rested his chin on his hand and waited by the door for a while. However, perhaps because Amuro Tooru was deliberately hiding his fondness for part-time work, he did not come straight in.
Instead, after a while, three other people arrived.
There were two women and one man. The oldest was a wealthy woman in a kimono, presumably the distant cousin Mrs. Asahi had mentioned—the former family head's second wife. The man was much younger and, judging by his age, was her son.
Behind the two of them followed a white-collar worker dressed in a business suit.
The white-collar worker held a folder against her chest. Her long hair was combed back into a neat bun, and she wore half-rim glasses on her nose, looking thoroughly professional.
However, when she opened the private room door and lowered her head to see who was inside, her expression suddenly froze. A shock as though she had seen a Ghost appeared in her eyes.
Jiang Xia was also startled when he saw her.
But he quickly recovered and greeted them first. "You must be the Clients Mrs. Asahi introduced. Please, have a seat. Make yourselves at home."
Curacao, disguised as a lawyer: "..."
The fresh Killing Intent carrying the scent of Aloe abruptly surged around her.
Curacao: "..." What kind of damned mission was this that Rum had given her?! Was it still too late to ditch the Tatsumi Family and leave?
Hashimoto Maya also thought this lawyer looked familiar.
He eyed the woman's utterly ordinary black hair and black eyes suspiciously, but could not place her. Then, inspiration struck, and he finally found the flaw in her fuller-than-average lips.
Hashimoto Maya: "?!" *Isn't this the female executive in charge of holding me prisoner?! You suddenly show up here, and