Chapter 574: Mr. Fujiwara said he only loves me, not you at all._2
Even in the deep night, in this area of four to five square kilometers, the population would not be less than fifty thousand.
"Absolutely not!"
Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly raised her voice.
"Hikari, we can’t let this happen." She said firmly, "We must return to Tokyo now."
"No use in rushing." Mrs. Kasahara looked up at her close friend, her voice was soft and clear, "Where we are now is about eight hundred kilometers from land, can you fly back?"
Mrs. Hoshimi’s slender wrist lifted as she grabbed Fujiwara Reya’s hand on the table and shook it, then looked at him with her clear eyes as if she could see right through him, her brows slightly furrowed as if asking him to quickly agree to her request.
What a pitiable melancholic beauty.
Fujiwara Reya’s heart softened immediately, wanting to bend down right there and say to her, "Come, ride on me, I’ll take you flying." However, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly grabbed his wing, and his just-raised head was pushed down.
"Can you contact Tokyo?" Mrs. Kasahara asked Kasahara Fumi.
Kasahara Fumi took out a satellite phone, tried dialing several numbers, but none could connect. A Nine Section agent hidden in the crowd brought in a satellite signal receiver, operated it, but it was equally futile.
"Signal blocked?" Mrs. Hoshimi’s chin trembled slightly.
Kasahara Fumi replied concisely, "Only leaving the blocking range can send messages."
"Fujiwara, fly quickly!" Mrs. Hoshimi urged at once.
Fujiwara Reya also wanted to fly.
It’s just that he was being held down by Mrs. Kasahara.
"Yako, don’t lose your head." Mrs. Kasahara seemed to have a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, revealing white teeth. Her slender fingers played with Fujiwara Reya’s black hair, her bright black eyes gazing at the wind and rain outside the window, "Where are your crows?"
"Getting rained on outside," Fujiwara Reya said in a muffled voice.
Mrs. Kasahara lovingly patted his cheek, "Send one back to report."
"Okay!"
Fujiwara Reya freed himself from her grasp and walked to the glass window.
On the railing of the ship’s side, a particularly fat, particularly black crow waited in the wind and rain, its wet feathers perfectly merged into the night.
"Go back, inform Director Koubun as quickly as possible, to evacuate the people in the four locations of Roppongi, Aoyama, Divine Palace Outer Garden, and Omotesando."
The Dark Crow opened its eyes to glance at the young master.
From Gouzi’s look, Fujiwara Reya sensed excitement and impatience.
It seems Gouzi had enough of the days pretending to be a crow getting bullied by a fat cat, and now it’s time to showcase its skills.
Fujiwara Reya returned to the sofa.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at him, her beautiful, attractive eyes showing appreciation and delight.
This son-in-law is really capable. As long as he appears, it feels as if the air is refreshing anew, just like placing freshly picked flowers in a vase.
"Nine Section here discovered some movement on the ship." Kasahara Fumi said while chewing the steak she hadn’t had time to eat earlier with her moist mouth, "A group of mercenaries from Southeast Asia quietly boarded the ship, about one hundred and thirty in number."
Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly, "Are these mercenaries here to help dissociate this matter from the Natsuki Consortium?"
Looking at Fujiwara Reya, her eyes half narrowed, the remaining half shining brightly.
Fujiwara Reya sat silently next to her.
He didn’t expect his aunt would play such a grand scheme, temporarily finding it hard to express any opinion.
"Don’t tease Mr. Fujiwara." Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly, "What should we do now?"
Mrs. Kasahara looked at the crowd under the bright yellow light, "Before the fight breaks out, enjoy it as much as you can."
Mrs. Hoshimi rolled her eyes at her.
"Rinko, do you want to dance?" Mrs. Kasahara asked Hoshimi Rinko.
Hoshimi Rinko, who hadn’t been able to speak, hesitated for a moment, and then silently shook her head.
In public being held by a junior for dance...how embarrassing, I won’t.
"What about you, Fumi?"
Kasahara Fumi sighed as if very tired, "...I don’t have the mood to dance now."
"Well, fine, in that case, I won’t be polite." Mrs. Kasahara slightly tightened her shawl and then turned her head. This moment, the thick of her, those beautiful, charming, and shining big eyes with ambiguous light, cast affectionate, gentle, and submissive gaze on Fujiwara Reya’s face.
How to put it...
Fujiwara Reya felt very happy.
Kasahara Hikari is a voluptuous, beautiful, and noble young lady.
But at this moment, her long eyelashes curtained gentle eyes, with an air of mischievousness and self-containment, like an adorable little kitten not fully grown. Just one look can make one believe it will surely become an immensely charming feline.
"Hurry up." Mrs. Kasahara urged.
The smile in her eyes contained no deceit. Obviously, this little kitten had come squatting before Fujiwara Reya, ready to leap up and frolic with him.
Fujiwara Reya extended his hand.
Mrs. Kasahara slightly lifted her bottom, placing her palm in his hand.
And so the kitten lifted its front paws, its little eyes sparkling. It seemed to be wagging its tail, the four soft paws suddenly left the ground, as if ready to playfully pounce on the boy like a ball of yarn.
Mrs. Kasahara, cheeks flushed, took cheerful, lively strides, following Fu Fujiwara Reya away from the sofa.
As the band prepared to play a new round of dance music, the two stepped into the dance floor.