Stealing Spree
chapter-2281

Minutes passed and our conversation turned to a stalemate. If we started straightforward, laying down our cards, it switched to us measuring each other's poker faces.

Ichihara-san who remained standing at the side was watching us, her eyes filled with anxiousness as though she was afraid that at any moment, the conversation would take a turn for the worse. However, it remained civil, if not a little tense.

"Sir, if I may..." I spoke up, placing my teacup back on the table with a gentle clink, "I understand this concerns your family's reputation but I feel like you're not worried at all. Am I correct? Because in the first place, the one that would get in trouble was the Kujou Family who couldn't control the chip that they handed over. Furthermore, with the transaction being your company renovating their ancestral estate, won't it be more favorable to you if the engagement falls through?"

Kengo's hand paused mid-air, holding his teacup. His eyes snapped to me, his expression still not breaking any hint of surprise as he took a sip. "You've done your homework, Onoda."

"Anyone with logical thinking will arrive at the same conclusion. I believe." I responded calmly, taking another sip of my tea. At this point, we kept taking turns sipping our teas with each sentence and whenever one cup would be emptied, Ichihara-san would immediately refill it. She was diligent like that.

"Then tell me, Onoda. Why am I still after your head?" Kengo's voice was calm, yet it sent a chill down my spine. He had a point. If he truly didn't care about the engagement, then why was he pushing so hard?

I know I have my own assumption but it's just one of the possibilities.

But well, if I want to get into the game and not just be a mere pawn like Ichihara Jun, I have to show him that I had brains as well.

I didn't answer right away but instead let my eyes wander. I looked at the troubled Ichihara- san then to the peeking Marika and lastly, to the curious Koharu-chan.

"It's not the engagement you're after anymore, is it?" I asked, placing my teacup down. Delivering that as if I was just taking a guess, "It's about the contract. If it falls through, your company won't get the rights to renovate their ancestral estate. And since the Kujou Family is known for their pride, they won't let this slide. They'll seek compensation and that's where you step in to offer a solution. Perhaps, you're looking for a way to leverage this situation to your benefit. Maybe propose a new deal with them? Or if not that, prop up a new heir for the family..."

Kengo's hand didn't shake, but his eyes betrayed his surprise. He had not expected me to read the situation so well. "Interesting theory, Onoda. But you're still just guessing."

"Maybe I am. But Sir, I believe it's about time you finalize your plan, whatever it is. I will never give up Marika. Even if someone from the Kujou Family arrives this coming week. If they won't accept Marika backing out, I'll just take her home with me. What can they do?"

I admit, that was some ballsy move and if it came down to it, they could just knock on our door to take her back. Worse, the other girls around me would be inconvenienced.

Nonetheless, I'd already prepared for that eventuality.

If I took her away, I'd just stay with her all the time until they gave up. Marika was already at that age, they couldn't force her to go back anymore. And if they disown her, wouldn't be a win for us? I'd provide for her. Even if I didn't have the capability yet, I'd put myself in debt to my parents to support us for a while until I could stand on my own two feet. For Marika and everyone.

I put myself in this situation. I'll see this through to the end. And I won't be alone. My girls who were aware of the situation have all expressed their support and determination.

Of course, I also gave them a way out that if it ended up affecting them too much... they could always wash their hands off of us.

The result? I got scolded until I retracted those words.

They're that determined and it was so low of me to undermine them.

Kengo's gaze bore into me, his eyes sharp as a hawk assessing its prey. "And what makes you so certain that you can protect her from the consequences of your actions?"

"You don't have to concern yourself over that, Sir." I replied with confidence, "I have my own way of dealing with things. If the Kujou Family decides to make a fuss, I'll handle it."

I know I'm taking things in a stride as though I will never fail or stumble at all. But that's not the case. My head was full of negativity. Full of doubt. I was simply refusing to acknowledge them and look ahead with only a positive outlook.

If the sly old man heard these thoughts of mine, he'd probably scoff at me for forcing myself to have an optimistic outlook.

But hey... it's not like I'm rooted in that thinking. As long as an opportunity arises, I'll do things differently. Also... waiting for two more years for graduation may be too much... I'll look into everything I can do and start building up not just the foundation but also the structure that can cover all of us.

Ichihara-san cleared her throat, "Excuse me. Would you like to have some cookies with your tea?" She was obviously trying to lighten the mood, but her eyes remained concerned.

"Thank you Ichihara-san, I'll have some." I smiled at her, trying to ease the tension in the room. She nodded and brought over a plate of freshly baked cookies, placing it on the coffee table. The sweet scent filled the air, providing a stark contrast to the seriousness of our conversation.

I also looked at Marika, gesturing for her to come. We're in this together. If I exclude her in this talk, she'll pout at me later.

As for Koharu... well, the girl is mature beyond her eyes and she understands the gravity of this current situation. We can continue her lesson afterward.

Marika stepped out of the training room and approached us confidently. She took a seat beside me, placing her hand on top of mine, offering silent support as she faced Ichihara- san's husband.

"Uncle, I'm sorry but I've already made up my mind. I cannot marry Jun-kun." She said, her voice firm and unwavering.

Kengo had yet to answer my probe earlier and I doubt he would. He looked at Marika, his gaze as stern as ever, "Marika, you know the implications of your actions, right? Your aunt will be coming. Are you going to say the same thing to her? How long have you been with Onoda? Why are you so sure about him? Have you not stopped to think that you're making a hasty

decision?"

With a barrage of questions like that, someone could be overwhelmed. But Marika, she only needed a squeeze from my hand and she courageously faced all those questions.

She replied with a short answer, the tone of her voice was filled with her determination, "I trust him and I believe in him. If he says he can handle it, I believe him. The two years I've been with Jun-kun cannot be compared to the time I spent with him."

Upon saying that, she also squeezed my hand before taking a cookie and munching on it as if she wasn't affected at all by the heaviness of this conversation.

Kengo's expression softened a little, his gaze switching between Marika and me. I could tell that he was weighing his options. Calculating the potential risks and benefits of his next move. I could almost hear the cogs turning in his head as he formulated his response.

What's he gonna say?