Meanwhile…
After some minutes of heavy persuasion from Kenji and Yasu, Mrs. Yamamoto finally placed the lamp on a nearby table. She smoothed down her stunning peach-coloured dinner dress, fixed her shiny chestnut hair, then took a seat though her expression remained murderous as she kept glaring at Mr. Igarashi.
“The next time he calls my son a whore, I won't let it slide.” she seethed.
Mr. Igarashi immediately opened his mouth to retort but Yasu slapped a hand over his mouth and made him sit down. “Sir, you don't have to reply to everything she says. Please, let's end this now. We still have a lot to discuss.”
Mr. Igarashi glared at him, clearly not satisfied but after a moment, he simply huffed and remained silent. It was better not to argue with a mad woman.
