While Harvey and Watson were talking about the Tsuchimikado family…

On a highway around the city, a Toyota Alphard was slowly cruising forward. Yamato took a sip of his sake, his eyes bloodshot.

In front of him, Ayaka was sitting upright with an apologetic look on her face.

“It was my fault that I didn’t arrange things properly, Young Master Yamato… Please, do whatever you want with me!”

Yamato looked deeply into Ayaka’s eyes before chuckling wretchedly.

“You didn’t arrange things properly?