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?