The straightforward baseball player looked moved. He turned to Mrs. Suho. "That's so touching. I'll definitely do everything I can to help you make next week's charity evening banquet a success!"
The photographer sighed. "Actually, my wife died in a car accident twenty years ago. Being able to attend this charity evening banquet must be fate. If my wife's spirit is watching from heaven, she'll surely be comforted."
Mrs. Suho glanced at him, her fingers tightening around her cup, but she quickly smiled again. "I'll be relying on all of you."
After dinner, everyone returned to their own guest rooms.
Jiang Xia had just finished organizing his luggage when he heard a knock at the room door.
He pushed open the door and found a smiling maid outside. Torimaru Naoko bowed. "Good evening, Mr. Jiang Xia. Mrs. Suho has invited you to the living room on the third floor to discuss something."
The room door beside his suddenly opened—Suzuki Sonoko had just finished unpacking and was about to head out to find some fun when she heard the commotion at the door.
She blinked, then decisively said, "I'm going too!"
Torimaru Naoko's eye twitched, though she replied gently, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Suho invited only Mr. Jiang Xia."
Suzuki Sonoko immediately looked suspicious. "What could she possibly need to discuss that we can't hear, and why does it have to be in the middle of the night?"
Didn't think she didn't know how many strange things went on in the Entertainment Circle! And Mrs. Suho had spent most of her life in that world. Who knew whether she was trying to use this opportunity to do something?
In the entryway of the neighboring guest room, Hashimoto Maya pressed himself against the door, listening quietly and nodding as he did. "..."