Beside them, Daimon Yoshirō did not overthink it. Hearing the lawyer's question, he shook his head. "I came back today to make a clean break with my father."
Curacao: "!"
Vermouth: "!"
For an instant, both felt the urge to grab their phones and open a certain mini-program.
But then the question, Could it really be that simple? made them both pause, thoughtful expressions appearing on their faces.
The change was extremely subtle. None of the three officers noticed it, but it did not escape the eyes of a certain overly vigilant FBI agent.
Jodie: "..." What was going on? Vermouth and that female lawyer had briefly moved and reacted in sync. Could there be some connection between them that she did not know about?
Jodie's change in expression was extremely subtle. Neither of the two high school girls noticed it, but it did not escape the eyes of a certain overly vigilant Fake Elementary School Student.
Conan: "..." What was going on? Why were all three suspicious people so sensitive to the phrase "make a clean break"? Did they know some secret of the Daimon Family, or were they planning something?
The air fell silent for a moment.
Leaning against the table, Jiang Xia savored the three distinct scents of Killing Intent and comfortably narrowed his eyes.
Unlike the organization members and FBI agent with hidden identities, the others did not think too much of it. For a rebellious son, "making a clean break" with his father could take many forms and hold many meanings.
Sure enough, Daimon Yoshirō did not say anything frightening like "murder." He explained, "My father has always wanted me to join his company and take over his position. But all he can think about is money, money, money. He has no idea how to