Alfonso's brows furrowed slightly. But he knew how long it took him to get through to her, and he wasn't about to jeopardise it by offending her. "Scot, please leave the document and wait for me in the car."
"As you wish, Mr Mendoza." He picked up his suitcase by his side and apologized to the young pretty lady – who had the great Alfonso trembling like a child – before exiting the room.
Outside he was met by a man who simply passed on a brown envelope to him before walking away.
Inside the private lounge, Hiraya also excused the polite uniformed waiter before taking her seat opposite Alfonso, unaware of a listening bug planted inside the room.
"I'm going to make this meeting very brief..." Hiraya began, her voice calm but colder than winter. "I did not care about you, your worthless properties or your revolting family. You all deserve to rot in the deeper past of hell for every pain you have inflicted on your late daughter-in-law."
