Curacao's instincts screamed. She abruptly stopped in her tracks, but it was already too late—at the same moment she stopped, the person behind the greenery leaned back as though he had eyes in the back of his head, then happily waved and greeted them.
"It's Jiang Xia!" The squinting eyes attorney beside Curacao recognized him and eagerly shared the joy with her two colleagues. "My younger sister loves watching his shows, but he rarely appears on variety programs... Since we ran into him this time, I have to ask him for an autograph!"
The chubby attorney scratched his head. "I prefer Detective Mogi, but my wife only watches news about Jiang Xia. Maybe compared with the Western Cowboy, ladies prefer this kind of young, energetic High School Detective."
As he spoke, he looked toward the colleague beside him, intending to get confirmation from the young woman. But when he turned his head, the chubby attorney jumped in fright. "Miss Shirai? What's wrong with you?" Her face looked awful!!
"..." Curacao came back to herself and adjusted her expression. Taking a deep breath, she turned and headed outside. "Nothing. It just feels like the air in here is a little thin. I want to go outside for some fresh air..."
"Miss Shirai." Before she could finish, a gentle voice crept up the back of her neck from behind. Curacao jolted, and it felt as though every hair on her nape had stood on end.
She nearly kicked in that direction, using the momentum to leap backward, roll away, and escape the café... But as a rational adult Organization Cadre, she could only imagine making such an action-movie-like attempt to avoid suspicion.
To maintain the attorney identity she had cultivated for so long, she could only turn back with a smile in