Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [16]

Running around the pillar, Ai felt deeply humiliated.

She tugged at the oversized dragon robe and dodged Shōichi’s toy knife.

Such a childish game, yet he took it so seriously.

Yuuko was even filming, calling it “capturing wonderful moments.”

Was this really a wonderful life?

Ai flopped face-down on the sofa, no longer resisting, letting Shōichi’s toy knife strike her again and again.

I’m tired—let the world burn.

This boring guy… does he really enjoy roleplay this much?

No wonder he can’t recognize that I’m Miyano Shiho.

“Can’t you at least fight back a little?” Shōichi poked her arm.

Ai buried her face deeper in the cushion.

Hmph!

One day, when I avenge my sister, I’ll poke your arm back just like this.

Seeing Ai utterly lifeless at home, Shōichi lost interest and went to the company to bother Miyano Akemi instead.

But Miyano Akemi didn’t need Shōichi to torment her—she was already drowning in work.

With her sister held hostage, Shōichi trusted her completely, handing every task over to her even though her title was just “secretary.”

Still, she hadn’t seen her sister; the only proof Shōichi had sent was a researcher’s coat.

She was managing Shōichi’s affairs with deep dark circles under her eyes, studying because there was so much she didn’t know.

Meanwhile, Shōichi never interfered—he let her handle things however she thought best.

If it weren’t for her sister and the employees whose jobs were at stake, she’d wish every one of his businesses would collapse.

“Let me warn you: if your company goes bankrupt, it won’t be because of my management,” Miyano Akemi said.

“Why not?”

She pulled out some forms. “Takeda Construction wasn’t doing well. Several project payments are outstanding, and the real estate and construction market is sluggish. They’ve just taken on a major project, but banks may not extend loans.”

Construction needs upfront cash—companies borrow from banks and only get paid after the client approves the work. Payments can be delayed a year or two, so most firms rely on bank loans. If loans dry up or something goes wrong, a company quickly goes bankrupt—projects stall, payments stop, sites get abandoned. Once a site is abandoned, they’ll never get paid.

That was Takeda Construction’s situation. Several payments hadn’t come in; loans couldn’t be repaid; new loans weren’t available. By acquiring Takeda, Shōichi inherited customers and labor—but also massive debt.

“No need to worry about money,” Shōichi said calmly.

His name still carried weight. If I show up in person, who would dare refuse to pay?

...

“Haha, I’ve heard of you. Never thought you’d buy Takeda’s company—choosing construction, too. Impressive,” Yotsui said warmly, patting Shōichi’s shoulder.

Shōichi’s face showed open disgust; he signaled Miyano Akemi to wipe his shoulder.

Yotsui’s smile stiffened. He hated kids from big families—always arrogant, as if they’d never been put in their place.

“Mr. Yotsui, when will you settle our outstanding payments?” Shōichi asked coldly.

Yotsui kept his pleasant tone. “Of course I’ll pay—I’m not one to stiff anyone on a small amount.”

“Then pay promptly.”

“Of course,” Yotsui smiled. “But the day after tomorrow is my daughter’s birthday. I hope Shōichi-san can attend.”

Shōichi frowned. “What does that have to do with repayment?”

Is this old man trying to recruit me as a son-in-law?

Yotsui stroked his mustache. “It’s unrelated to repayment, but it’ll improve our relationship. Sharing a drink at the party might make me more inclined to settle your debt sooner.”

These days debtors often had the upper hand—especially large ones. This kid was too naive. No gifts, no drinking, no flattery—just a cold expression. Did he really think the Sumitomo name alone would make everyone defer to him? Once you’re in society, nobody treats you like a child.

“Not repaying debts brings divine punishment,” Shōichi said plainly.

“Of course,” Yotsui replied with a smile.

...

At Yotsui’s daughter’s birthday party—Shōichi arrived with Miyano Akemi at his side. She tugged at her mask, making sure no one could recognize her. She hated gatherings like this: fake smiles, forced laughter, endless clinking glasses.

Compared to them, Shōichi’s expression was more honest: he looked like someone owed him hundreds of millions, and anyone nearby backed off.

“I’m glad you could come—care for a drink?” Yotsui offered Shōichi a glass of wine.

Shōichi pretended not to see and instead picked up a glass of juice to clink with Miyano Akemi.

Yotsui ground his teeth. He hated these arrogant heirs the most.

“If you drank this wine, I might feel more inclined to repay the debt,” Yotsui said.

Shōichi smiled. “I have a small problem when I drink. If you don’t mind, I’ll have this glass.”

“Oh? What problem?” Yotsui winked at Miyano Akemi, implying Shōichi got amorous when drunk.

“No need to hide your nature.”

“When I drink, I tend to kill people.”

Yotsui’s face fell. “Then stick to your juice.” He walked away, annoyed.

Miyano Akemi murmured, “Looks like you won’t get your money back.”

“No one can owe me money and refuse to pay,” Shōichi said confidently.

Miyano Akemi raised an eyebrow. Why such confidence? Just the family name?

“Today, to celebrate my daughter’s birthday, I thank you all for coming to our villa,” Yotsui said. “I’ve also invited a very special guest—the famous detective, Mr. Mouri Kogoro!”

Miyano Akemi followed his gesture and noticed a familiar little boy.

“What’s wrong? Do you know that brat?” Shōichi asked ominously.

“No,” Miyano Akemi said stiffly, shaking her head.

“Really? I thought you recognized him. That brat’s suspicious—if I hadn’t glanced his way, I might’ve forgotten to investigate him.”

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T/N: hehehehehehe time to rake in the moneeyyyy

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