The two black Toyota Vellfires pulled smoothly into the hotel's private driveway.
The engines shut off.
Doors slid open.
The family stepped out one by one, stretching after the ride, their eyes drifting upward at the elegant façade of the resort.
Kazuma was the first to move, quietly stepping ahead toward the hotel lobby.
Inside, the receptionist at the front desk straightened immediately, bowing low the moment Kazuma approached. A well-dressed hotel manager appeared from a side corridor and joined him, speaking softly with practiced respect.
Hanako, standing under the shade just outside the glass doors, smiled faintly.
Her eyes followed the interaction—Kazuma receiving a sleek envelope and access cards with a silent bow of acknowledgment.
Kitayama stood beside her, arms crossed. He said nothing.
No names needed to be spoken.
No titles.
No introductions.
This was their hotel.
Owned by the Takahashi Group.
