Curacao instinctively wanted to turn around, but she was worried that if she did, she might end up making eye contact with that guy again.
Her neck froze halfway through the motion. After an eerie pause, she finally gritted her teeth and turned around.
I have to look, even if we make eye contact! As an intelligence operative, using every possible means to obtain firsthand information is the most basic requirement. I absolutely can't just believe whatever someone else says—what if, what if that guy over there saw wrong?
But then again, my back is facing that direction. My body is blocked by the chair back, with only my head exposed, and I'm wearing a wig—what if Uzo hasn't noticed me yet, and turning around puts me right in front of him? Maybe I shouldn't turn around after all?
But... even if it's only a wig-covered head, would Uzo really fail to recognize me?
Under the confused and blank stare of the client across from her, "Lawyer Shirai" turned her head like a wind-up machine, jerking bit by bit.
Very quickly, a figure entered Curacao's sight.
At the same time, someone raised a hand behind the others, as though greeting her from afar.
The client across the table looked surprised. "Is he greeting you? You actually know Jiang Xia?"
Curacao: "..."
Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally went paji all the way to the bottom and died on the spot.
Worse still, beside Uzo stood another very familiar figure—golden hair, dark skin... What was Bourbon doing here joining the fun?!
As she thought this, Curacao reached out without hesitation and grabbed her bag.
She couldn't stay here.
Everyone knew that Uzo was very good at using people. In other words, the more capable people there were nearby,