Reika Shifui, her face scrubbed clean of makeup, had clearly not expected such an answer to her words. The hand holding the makeup remover pad froze in midair.
Having already decided to use this method to heighten her fear, Tangze had no intention of waiting for her to recover.
"You spend every day throwing your family's weight around, bullying men and women alike. You enjoy that, don't you? Do you think you're some business titan set apart from ordinary people, that there's nothing in this world you can't get? It's ridiculous how little you understand."
Tangze tilted his head. His neatly groomed, silky hair shifted slightly, veiling part of his face. The way that shadow seemed to struggle up from somewhere deep within gave him an oppressive air.
"If I weren't already too tired to listen to your nonsense, I'd really make you call your father and ask him exactly how that old bastard Shigeyoshi Tonokuchi ended up, and who I really am. What a pity. That shallow, pretty little face of yours might suit you better twisted up in fear."
Reika Shifui abruptly shoved the vanity away, scraping her chair across the floor with a piercing screech as she sprang angrily to her feet.
In the room downstairs, everyone seated in the lounge heard the harsh noise from the floor above and looked up at once.
"What's going on up there? Are they arguing?" Ran Mouri asked worriedly.
"Reika is probably throwing a tantrum," Takuya Mifune said, rolling his eyes. "She does that whenever she's unhappy. She never cares about the occasion. Like this."
He comically mimed shoving a table forward and slamming his hands down as he rose, clearly familiar with Reika Shifui in this state.
The others who knew Reika Shifui well did not respond, but judging