While Miyano Akemi was feeling anxious, Shouichi had already wandered off to roam around elsewhere.
Even though Yotsui was a deadbeat who refused to pay his debts.
Shouichi was a man of class; he wouldn’t stoop so low as to ruin someone else’s banquet.
He just went around making everyone thoroughly disgusted.
“Miss Reika, your necklace is absolutely gorgeous.”
“Your flattery is like cheap perfume,” Shouichi chimed in.
“Spray too much, and it just reeks, completely losing any hint of taste.”
“Miss Reika, you look beautiful today.”
“Look at you, exactly like the last guy,” Shouichi scoffed.
“Nothing but the same stale, mind-numbing sycophancy.”
He offended everyone equally, making sure they all felt utterly miserable.
However, the attendees were all people of status.
When had they ever encountered such an arrogant prick?
Some didn’t recognize Shouichi, but with a face that had clearly never been punched and a domineering, overbearing personality, it was obvious he wasn’t raised in an ordinary household.
Moreover, his manner of speaking and the eloquent way he delivered his biting insults screamed “scion of a major family.”
Therefore, most people chose to swallow his mockery and went off to bully targets they actually could bully.
Mouri Kogorou, a detective who hadn’t been famous for very long, became the prime target of their ridicule.
Conan glanced at Shouichi, who was currently busy drawing aggro from every corner of the room.
He quietly averted his gaze.
Truth be told, he was a little afraid of interacting with Shouichi.
He still had no idea if the guy had investigated his true identity.
The banquet came to an end.
Neither Yotsui nor Yotsui Reika looked very pleased.
What was supposed to be a perfectly good birthday party had turned into a miserable affair, all thanks to the presence of a certain someone.
Yotsui shot Shouichi a look of dark resentment.
*You bastard, don’t even dream of getting that construction payment back!*
*If you’re not happy, go sue me!
If you can wring a single cent out of me, I’ll admit defeat!*
“Chairman, the tires on Miss Reika’s car have been punctured,” a security guard walked over and reported.
“Then she can take my Porsche back.”
“No, take my Bentley.”
“Take my BMW.”
Yotsui only had this one daughter.
Whoever managed to marry Reika would instantly become the president of the Yotsui Group, so there was certainly no shortage of sycophants lining up to flatter her.
“But…
your tires have all been punctured too,” the security guard pointed out.
“What?”
They immediately went to check their cars and discovered that perhaps the culprit had a soft spot for the poor.
Every single luxury car had its tires slashed.
Only the rental car driven by Mouri Kogorou remained completely unscathed.
“Why don’t you ride back in my car?” Kogorou offered.
“Sure,” Shouichi nodded, promptly sliding into the backseat.
Miyano Akemi smiled helplessly and got in as well, sitting right next to Shouichi.
Kogorou’s mouth twitched.
*I was talking to Miss Reika, alright?
What the hell are you getting in for?*
“Today is my birthday!
I refuse to squeeze into someone else’s car to get home,” Reika said petulantly.
Yotsui doted on his daughter to an extreme degree.
The moment he heard she didn’t want to go back, he immediately decided to stay behind and keep her company.
They would just spend the night at the villa.
Her pack of simps naturally decided to stay as well.
Shouichi looked at Mouri Kogorou.
“Old man, are you heading back or not?”
Ran, supporting Kogorou, replied, “Dad drank way too much.
He can’t drive.”
“Then lend the car to me.
I have zero interest in spending the night here,” Shouichi said.
Sharing a villa with the Grim Reaper’s family?
Someone was definitely going to die.
Shouichi just wanted a quiet environment to sleep in.
Wouldn’t it be much nicer to go home and cuddle Miyano Akemi’s sister to sleep?
Just as Ran was about to hand the keys to Shouichi, Reika suddenly stormed over, snatched the keys away, and tossed them straight into the trash can.
“If you leave now, the Yotsui Group will cut off all future cooperation with you!” Reika glared at Shouichi with arrogant entitlement.
*Interesting man.
You’ve successfully caught my attention.*
Shouichi paused, slightly stunned.
*Does this stupid woman actually think I want to cooperate with the Yotsui Group?*
The corners of Miyano Akemi’s lips curled up slightly.
Seeing Shouichi being treated like this gave her a very subtle, amusing feeling.
So Shouichi, who was always bullying others, could actually be bullied too.
Shouichi glanced at the trash can and said, “Get out of the car.”
“Okay.”
Miyano Akemi followed Shouichi out of the vehicle.
“Prepare a quiet room for me to sleep in, or I’ll burn this place to the ground,” Shouichi said calmly.
Reika looked at Shouichi, her smile deepening.
*What an arrogant man.
Even more overbearing than I am.
How fascinating.*
Alarm bells violently rang in the hearts of Reika’s simps.
This rival who had suddenly popped out of nowhere was terrifyingly strong!
It seemed he had already figured out Reika’s exact preferences and was prescribing the perfect medicine to win her over.
They took another look at Shouichi’s face.
Then again, maybe it wasn’t that he had figured out her preferences.
Maybe it was just purely…
Shouichi was led to a room to rest, where he enthusiastically invited Miyano Akemi to share his bed.
However, Miyano Akemi rejected him.
Down in the villa’s living room.
Reika watched the arrogant Shouichi head upstairs to rest, then turned to the remaining crowd.
“I’m going upstairs to change my clothes.
I advise you all not to act like that guy.”
“To put it bluntly, you are all birds in a cage.
If I don’t feed you, you won’t survive at all.”
“So you’d better learn how to please your master.”
Leaving behind a statement that drew a massive amount of aggro, Miss Reika headed up to the second floor.
Reika truly had a knack for drawing aggro.
But the simps who stayed behind were all men who desperately wanted to become her husband.
If they couldn’t even endure this little bit of temper, how could they endure the grievances and pain required to become the president of the Yotsui Group?
They quickly adjusted their mindsets and gathered together to play cards for entertainment.
After a long time had passed with still no sign of Reika coming downstairs, they began to feel a bit uneasy.
The simps exchanged glances.
That guy named Shouichi was resting on the second floor.
Could Miss Reika have gone looking for him?
That would be extremely bad.
If that were true, they would all be absolute clowns.
Conan, on the other hand, didn’t let his thoughts wander in such a scandalous direction.
He merely suspected that Reika had already been murdered.
“Why hasn’t Miss Reika come down yet?
Could she have run into trouble?” Simp Number One asked.
“Let’s go upstairs and look for her.”
“Yeah, let’s all go check.”
Their goal was clear.
They marched straight to the room where Shouichi was resting.
From outside the door, they could see that the lights in the room had already been turned off.
Simp Number One knocked on the door and asked in a hushed voice, “Excuse me, is Miss Reika in there?”
“No, piss off!
Ask again and I’ll burn the villa down!” Shouichi’s irritable voice roared from inside.
Simp Number One rubbed his nose.
*What a vile guy.*
Why did he suddenly feel like this vile guy and Miss Reika were actually kind of a perfect match?
“Miss Reika probably isn’t in there,” Simp Number One concluded.