“What’s the matter?” Sato asked, glancing sideways at Asakura’s serious looking face.
“Nothing.” Asakura replied swiftly, his eyes shifting from the rearview mirror back to the front.
“Don’t lie. You look troubled.” Sato frowned slightly, then added in a rather firmer tone. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll get angry.”
“There is no way I can get out of this without fessing up, is it?”
“Not the slightest chance. Now tell me what’s wrong.” Sato demanded, crossing his arms.
Asakura sighed deeply and looked at Sato from the corner of his eyes. Based on the young man’s firm expression and unyielding demeanor, Asakura knew he was not bluffing. If he didn’t admit what he was worried about, Sato would really get angry with him. That was the last thing he wanted, so he saw no other choice but to admit it.
“Alright, alright. There is no need to frown like that. It will give you wrinkles and you don’t want that, do you?” Asakura tried to ease the tension with a joke. After letting out another sigh, he continued in a more serious tone. “I think there’s a car following us. It’s been in our rear for quite some time now and no matter how many turns we took, it stuck to us like a foal to its mother.”
“Are you serious?”
Sato dropped his hands and turned to look back. Indeed, there was a black car following close behind them. Whoever was following them was careful to let a car between them, but it appeared this method still failed, since it eventually caught Asakura’s attention.
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“Who do you think is following us?” Sato wondered in a low voice. Then, he remembered the strange feeling he’s been having recently and his head snapped sideways. “Could it be…”
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Asakura turned his head sideways to stare at him.
“Are you serious?! Why didn’t you say anything until now?”
“Because nothing happened, so I believed that perhaps it was all in my head. I suspected I was being paranoid or too tired from working long hours.” Sato defended himself.
“Still, you should have said something. Do you know how many actors and idols have to deal with stalkers on a daily basis? Some of those creeps can be very dangerous.”
Asakura’s reproachful tone made Sato flinch. Unable to handle this feeling, he lowered his eyes to stare at his hands instead.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Sato said remorsefully.
Asakura didn’t reply, turning his head to look straight ahead. Despite wanting to appear calm, his complexion grew even more troubled and his fingers squeezed the steering wheel tighter.
A few moments later, Asakura suddenly swerved to the right. The movement was so swift and unexpected that Sato was completely taken by surprise. His body tilted and he bumped against the door on his side, the impact causing him to let out a gasp.
“Ryuu… what are you doing?”
“Hold on tight. I’m going to get off the road and lure that bastard somewhere safe, so I can handle him properly.” Asakura gritted out, his eyes flashing menacingly.
The place Asakura chose was an underground parking lot. Since the restaurant they were heading to was situated close to his apartment, Asakura knew the area quite well and was very familiar with that place. The parking lot only had one entrance and one exit. As long as the stalker took the bait and followed him there, he could trap the person without leaving a way out.
As soon as he drove into the parking lot, Asakura steered the car towards the farthest corner. He found a good spot and stopped the engine, then waited.
For a few seconds no one followed after them and both Asakura and Sato were wondering whether that person had already seen through Asakura’s plot and decided to call off the pursuit.
However, it appeared they feared for nothing because a minute later, a familiar black car drove towards the other side of the parking lot.
“You wait here. I’ll go and check things out.” Asakura told Sato.
He was about to open the door when the young man’s hand suddenly pulled him back.
“Wait! What if it’s dangerous? Shouldn’t we call the police first or…”
“No. We don’t know who that is, but I have a feeling this matter doesn’t require the police. Besides, I don’t trust the police to handle this situation properly. They will only cause more trouble if they get involved.” Asakura paused and stared at Sato for a moment. “I will handle this. You just wait here until I come back. Alright?”
“But what if something happens to you?” Sato had a despairing look in his eyes. “What am I to do then?”
“If I don’t come back in half an hour, call Tachibana. Explain the situation and he will know what to do.”
“Tachibana-san?” Sato was astounded.
Why would Asakura’s assistant know what to do in a situation like this? Was perhaps the person following them somehow involved with Nozomu Financials? Otherwise, why would Asakura advise Sato to call Tachibana if something happens to him?
Just as Sato stood there lost in a daze, Asakura had already opened the door and got out of the car. He bent down and his quiet voice startled Sato out of his thoughts.
“Alright, I am going now. Be good and stay here.”
Asakura’s tone was dead serious and his expression showed his determination. Sato could only gulp and nod slowly.
eek!! who is it?
thanks for the chapter <3
Hmmm, I wonder 🤔😁
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Thank you for the chapter 💕
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