"It's them—the Hand-carved Stamps worth 200 million!" The Ogata Family rejoiced wildly. "So they were hidden here!"
Curacao watched the jubilant scene and silently touched the documents in her arms. "..."
...It seemed to be time for the lawyer to get to work.
But she did not really want to.
However, things had come this far. So many of the preliminary plans had already been accomplished, and everything had gone smoothly up to now. She could not just give up whenever she pleased—that would be impossible to explain to Rum. Strictly speaking, Uzo's interference had not only failed to hinder her mission, but had actually suited her current needs perfectly.
After hesitating for a moment, Curacao sighed inwardly. In the end, she could only grit her teeth and carry on with the plan.
She walked over to the four people who were still cheering and said to the Ogata Family, "Now that the stamps have been found, it is time to announce the will of the late Mr. Aki-Satoru Ogata."
The Ogata Family froze. "A will?"
Curacao nodded and took out a document.
Compared with crude robbery and theft, an intelligence operative like Curacao naturally preferred more professional methods. In simple terms, unlike certain colleagues, she preferred using her brain.
When she had received the mission from Rum to "obtain that antique teapot," Mr. Aki-Satoru was already nearing the end of his life. Curacao investigated the situation and quickly devised a complete plan.
Pretending to be visiting a relative, she went to the hospital and struck up a conversation with Mr. Aki-Satoru under the guise of a dutiful younger relative.
When people were close to death, their words turned kind. Likewise, they became easier to persuade. After listening to several "stories about friends" that Curacao told during casual conversation, Mr.