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"Officer Sato."
"We meet again." As the car window rolled down, Akira flashed a bright smile, revealing his neat white teeth.
"You?"
Miwako Sato looked completely shocked. She never expected to see someone she knew stepping out of a Ferrari.
"Miwako?" "You... you two know each other?"
Yumi Miyamoto was just as surprised. But beneath her shock, there was a hint of amusement.
Miwako, this woman… she's not as innocent as she pretends to be.
At the police headquarters, she always acted like she was single, but here she was, secretly knowing a rich and handsome guy.
"Well… kind of. He's the convenience store manager from the robbery case a few days ago,"
Miwako explained. Then, she turned back to Akira. "It's quite a coincidence running into you here."
"No."
"I came here specifically to find you."
"Officer Sato, you haven't forgotten our agreement, have you?"
"You said that if I bought a Ferrari, you'd go on a date with me."
The moment those words left his mouth…
Miwako's expression instantly turned awkward.
Did she really say that?
Her mind raced, trying to recall every interaction she'd had with Akira.
Wait… she did say that!
But back then, it was just a joke—who would've thought this guy actually had the money to buy a Ferrari?
"Go on then."
"Have fun on your date."
Before Miwako could react, Yumi gave her a little shove, pushing her straight into the Ferrari's passenger seat.
Standing there, Yumi waved them off as the red Ferrari slowly drove away.
"Hmph."
"You either know someone or you don't."
"But 'kind of' knowing someone?"
"Miwako, you really put on a good act."
"Damn it!"
"She actually found herself a boyfriend behind my back."
Yumi stomped her foot in frustration, her good mood for the day completely ruined.
On the way back…
She rubbed her chin, deep in thought, trying to figure out when exactly Miwako met this rich, handsome guy.
It made no sense!
Absolutely no sense!
She could only admit that this was the charm of the 'Flower of the Police Department.'
If the male detectives at headquarters found out Miwako was going on a date with someone else, their hearts would probably shatter into pieces.
Meanwhile…
"Hey—"
"Where the hell did you get this car from?" "Don't tell me you stole it?"
"Or… did you rent it?"
Miwako sat in the passenger seat of the Ferrari, turning to the side, using her years of investigative experience to scrutinize Akira's every move.
Trying to see through him…
Akira casually reached into the car's glove compartment and pulled out his documents.
Driver's license, vehicle registration, ownership certificate, and purchase receipt—everything was there.
"So, you really bought it."
Miwako was convinced.
The ownership certificate and purchase receipt clearly stated that the Ferrari F8 was bought last night.
But then, another thought hit her.
"Wait a minute…"
"Where did you get the money to buy this?"
Her suspicion wasn't baseless.
The purchase receipt clearly listed the Ferrari F8's price as 65 million yen.
How could a small-time convenience store manager afford that kind of money?
"I didn't steal or scam anyone!"
"I made the money through business."
"Officer Sato."
"You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"
Akira smirked playfully.
"Who said I was backing out?"
"Fine! Where are we going next?"
Miwako realized her earlier questioning had been a bit rude.
Who said convenience store managers couldn't be rich?
Maybe Akira came from a wealthy family, and running a convenience store was just a side gig.
"Let's grab something to eat first."
Akira stepped on the gas, taking off down the street, fully prepared to follow the classic date sequence: dinner, movie, and hotel.
But…
Things don't always go as planned.
Just as they were about to reach the "hotel" part of the plan, Miwako's phone rang.
A murder case had just been reported in Beika Town.
At Miwako's request, Akira had no choice but to drive her to Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
For the first time, he felt the deep, frustrating malice of this unpredictable world.
Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
Miwako barely waited for the Ferrari to come to a complete stop before jumping out.
She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly paused, then quickly turned back.
"Hmph—"
"Don't think I don't know what you were trying to do."
She saw through him completely!
If not for that call from headquarters, Akira would've already taken her to a hotel by now.
This guy…
The whole date was just a setup—the real goal was to get her into bed.
The date was a game, a soft whisper leading her closer. Each touch, each look, was meant to bring her to him. He wanted her, and he'd made sure she'd want him back, until they lay together, .
"....."