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Brilliant!
Absolutely brilliant.
Akira never expected that the system-gifted [Max-Level Shooting] wouldn't just be limited to firearms.
Ring, ring—
The sound of a phone ringing echoed in the room.
Miyamoto Yumi instinctively reached under her pillow and grabbed her phone. Using every ounce of strength she had left, she pressed the answer button.
"Hello—"
"Who is this?"
Her exhausted voice traveled through the receiver.
"Who do you think?"
"It's me!"
"Sato Miwako."
Yumi bolted upright like she had just been struck by lightning.
If there was one person in this world who could make her jump up even when she was completely drained, it was Sato Miwako.
"What's going on?"
"Wait a minute…"
"Did I just… answer Akira's phone?"
"Is Sato Miwako calling to check up on me this early in the morning?"
"…"
The thought sent a cold chill down Yumi's bare back.
The next second—
She took a deep breath and sighed in relief.
It was her phone.
Luckily, she hadn't been so dazed by Akira that she made such a fatal mistake.
"Miwako~"
"What's up? Why are you calling so early?"
As she spoke, Yumi dashed naked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
No way in hell was she going to let Miwako pick up on Akira's masculine presence through the phone.
"Are you out of your damn mind?"
"Do you even know what time it is?"
"You're an hour and a half late for work!"
"Get a grip, lady!"
Yumi froze as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
She glanced at her phone screen to double-check the time.
Sure enough!
It was already 9:30 AM.
She could have sworn it was only 6:30 AM a moment ago.
Damn it…
Akira had completely scrambled her brain.
"There's been a serious gang fight at Tokyo Bridge."
"We need the Traffic Division to assist with the case."
"You better get there before the department head blows his top. I don't need to spell out what happens if you don't, right?"
"…"
Miwako's voice came through the receiver.
"Got it."
"I'm heading there now."
Even as she responded, Yumi's mind was already working on a recovery plan.
One minute to get dressed, three minutes to wash up…
"Hurry up."
"You've got ten minutes."
Yumi's eye twitched hard.
Ten minutes?
What kind of joke was this?
Even if she rolled, crawled, and sprinted, there was no way she'd make it to Tokyo Bridge in ten minutes.
She wanted to retort, but before she could, the line cut off with a cold beep beep beep.
Forget it…
Being late was the least of her worries.
The real crisis was that Miwako hadn't figured out she'd spent the night with Akira.
"Do you need a ride?"
Yumi immediately crossed her arms over her chest and snapped, "Absolutely not!"
Akira's Ferrari F8 wouldn't get her there in ten minutes, but it could at least cut her travel time in half.
However…
She wasn't stupid enough to make such a suicidal decision.
If Akira drove her there…
How the hell would she explain to Miwako that they were together?
She'd rather get chewed out by her department head than deal with Miwako tearing her apart.
"I'm off."
"And don't even think about calling me tonight."
Seriously!
She had been completely wrecked last night.
And now, she had woken up an hour and a half late.
What about tomorrow…?
"....."