The next day, the weather was still awful.
Ririko sat in the back seat of Philip's car, her elbow resting on the window ledge as she watched the rain strike the glass.
Today was Bruce's hearing, and the car headed toward the Police Station.
Philip sat beside her and turned his head. "Did you sleep well last night?"
Ririko slowly glanced toward the driver's seat. Jeremiah held the steering wheel, a smile playing on his lips, as though nothing had happened last night.
She lifted her chin, brushed back her long hair, and answered in the most casual tone she could manage. "Not bad."
Jeremiah glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
Not bad, my ass.
Yesterday in the gym, he had kissed her until her lips were swollen. Just as she was about to lure him into her room, Jeremiah had said, "Something needs taking care of," and left.
He had deliberately made sure she couldn't sleep peacefully all night.
Philip replied in all seriousness, "Then come over more often. I have plenty of other interesting robots."
Ririko kept staring at those amber eyes in the rearview mirror. "Keep them for your socially anxious self to play with."
The car stopped in the Restricted Zone outside the Police Station's side entrance. Jeremiah switched off the engine and turned toward the back seat.
"I've stationed people along the route and set up the Security System. If anyone suspicious approaches, the system will lock onto them within three seconds and automatically track their movements."
After hearing this, Philip lightly patted his knees, growing a little excited. "This really is an interesting game."
Ririko glanced at him. Treating his nephew's safety as a "game"-people really did start turning into freaks once they had enough money.
Just then, her phone rang.
The screen