After lamenting it, Vodka had no choice but to handle this second-in-command's request and get him into the Passerby Mutual Aid Association as well. Of course, he did not forget to give Brother Gin advance notice.
He emphasized how innocent and helpless he was, how unwelcome Rum was, and how that idiot Curacao had leaked the program.
While Vodka was frantically trying to balance interpersonal relationships.
In the peaceful Forest Hotel, the moment Bizen Chizuru appeared, her manager hurriedly stood up and, staying true to his original purpose, asked, "Chizuru, how have you been thinking about withdrawing from the production?"
Bizen Chizuru narrowed her eyes. Her manager immediately made a sharp turn, sat back down at the table, and gave a dry laugh. "Haha, this breakfast is really delicious!"
Remembering how Bizen Chizuru had been arguing with someone last night, Conan curiously asked, "Auntie, who were you arguing with last night..."
Mouri Ran grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, whispering, "What auntie? Call her big sister!"
—Although, given the age gap between the two of them, calling her auntie would have been entirely appropriate, Bizen Chizuru was currently irritated over growing old and losing her looks. How could Conan go charging into the line of fire now?
Sure enough, the moment the word "auntie" came out, Bizen Chizuru's expression changed. She snorted coldly, stopped eating, and turned to leave.
Her manager let out a mournful sigh. "Why did she leave?! I was planning to have a good talk with her later."
Shiromoto Hidehiko looked at his fellow sufferer and smiled bitterly. "Talking won't get through to her. Wait for her to cool down and let her slowly come to terms with it herself—how about we go fishing together during this time?"
The manager's eyes lit