Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 463 - 461 Miss wants to know the answer_1

「The next day, early morning.」

Costly Icelandic eiderdown covered the girl, her hair brighter than gold sprawled across the pillow. The faint sound of her breathing proved how soundly she was sleeping.

Two gentle knocks came from the door.

"Miss, it’s six in the morning. It’s time to get up for breakfast."

Miwa Kazuki’s voice came through the crack in the door. Phoenix Academy Maggie woke up and casually responded, "Okay."

She lifted the blanket then gently put it back in place.

She disliked messing up the bed, but she also wouldn’t fold the eiderdown blanket herself. That was a maid’s job. Phoenix Academy Maggie did so purely because she liked things neat and did not want her bed to look wrinkled. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

She walked to the wardrobe, casually picked out a pure white sundress, and then turned to head out the door.

When she opened the door, Miwa Kazuki, a group of maids, and Mike were waiting there.

She strode towards the dining room. Along the way, she washed up and tidied her appearance. By the time she arrived at the dining room, she was radiant, with clear eyes and golden hair that reached her shoulders, not a single strand out of place.

Kochou sat at the head of the dining table, eyeing the girl as she stepped in, her face showing satisfaction.

Phoenix Academy Maggie said with some surprise, "Mother, how do you have time to have breakfast here today?"

"Sit down," Kochou spoke and waved her hand dismissively, signaling Miwa Kazuki and the others to leave the dining room.

Phoenix Academy Maggie pulled out a chair and sat down.

As Kochou calmly cut the beef tenderloin on her plate, she said, "Last night, the Mitsui Family was taken out in a joint operation by the four great families, myself, and the CIA. The Family Head and all direct relatives died in the firefight, and fifty-six peripheral members were captured and taken to a CIA prison to face interrogation."

Hearing this, Phoenix Academy Maggie understood that the Mitsui Family’s fate was related to the Mount Fuji Base incident.

Her face, delicate like a porcelain doll’s, did not show a hint of shock as she softly asked, "Mother, what happened?"

"There was a riot at Mount Fuji Base. Half of the meteorite screen was burned, and it was caught on camera. The Mitsui Family was said to be deeply involved. Such a large family, gone in a flash."

Kochou was quite pleased with her daughter’s composed demeanor. Her bright red lips parted, and she placed a small piece of beef tenderloin into her mouth, her pearly white teeth chewing the tender meat.

It was almost as if she were savoring the flesh and blood of the Mitsui Family. Just the thought made her perceive a metallic taste in the beef tenderloin. Yet Kochou didn’t find it repulsive; on the contrary, a strong sense of excitement and satiation filled her.

In this struggle, Phoenix Academy had only reaped rewards, without suffering any losses. By comparing the half of the meteorite they had photographed with the documents obtained by the KGB, they estimated they had glimpsed three-quarters of the meteorite’s appearance. The mysterious patterns and runes on it must relate to some ritual. With just one glance, Kochou was convinced of the meteorite’s value, and she deemed the sacrifices made last night worthwhile.

Meanwhile, Phoenix Academy Maggie, sitting on her chair, felt the brutality of power struggles firsthand. A single misstep could lead to not just the decline of an entire family, but its imminent ruin.

"What will happen to the Mitsui Family’s assets?"

"Naturally, they will be divided among us."

That was another reason for Kochou’s good spirits. She swallowed the beef tenderloin and glanced up. "You have a day off tomorrow. Do you want to go to the island for some fun?"

"The Manga Club plans to hold a training camp. I’ve arranged to stay with the president and the others on Phoenix Academy Island for one night, and we’ll be back the day after tomorrow."

Phoenix Academy Maggie truthfully answered her mother’s question, feeling somewhat anxious that her planned trip might be postponed due to unforeseen events.

Kochou glanced at her daughter. She had indeed considered stopping her; things were not very stable lately, and it would be best not to go out to sea if possible. But then she reconsidered—Tokyo wasn’t exactly peaceful either.

Kochou looked at Phoenix Academy Maggie’s feigned composure, and her heart softened. She did not prohibit the trip, simply stating, "As long as you have fun, that’s all that matters."

"Yes."

Phoenix Academy Maggie nodded, her heart slightly relieved. Her tactic of feigning indifference, despite caring a great deal, had succeeded.

She was well aware that showing direct eagerness would surely lead to her mother intervening. She had to give the appearance of trying to hide her excitement. This way, her mother could feel astute for seeing through the ’pretense,’ rather than it being a case of Maggie not having any pretense at all.

Events proved that Phoenix Academy Maggie had successfully conveyed her intentions to her mother.

She didn’t want to be seen as unreliable; she couldn’t just change plans that had been promised.

The thought of seeing Aozawa the next day filled Phoenix Academy Maggie with anticipation.

There was so much she wanted to say to him in person.

They hadn’t met since the start of summer vacation, and she was clueless about how things were progressing between Aozawa and Ayatsuki Ayaka, not to mention that woman named Morimoto Chiyoda.

Recalling the provocation at the Metropolitan Police Department, Phoenix Academy Maggie felt a surge of annoyance.

It was merely a question of thickness. She wanted clarity on that too!

「Shinjuku, Central Building.」

「Seven o’clock sharp in the morning.」

Charles stepped out of the car in a crisp suit, full of vigor.

They say good fortune revitalizes the spirit.

Andreas Kovala, that irritating thorn in his side, was no longer part of this world. Inside the Department of Intelligence, there was now no one left to prevent his promotion to Director of Intelligence. Although he hadn’t managed to topple Jack in one fell swoop, securing the position of Director of Intelligence first still filled him with pleasure.

"Mr. Charles, please follow me."

"Hmm."

Charles nodded, his eyes briefly scanning the office-attired woman before him.

Her miniskirt, black stockings, and the seductive sway of her hips as she walked all radiated an off-putting, foxy charm.

This woman definitely had some sort of relationship with Jack.

Charles inwardly scoffed with disdain but made a conscious effort to hide his revulsion towards her.

Charles was a white man, born in Florida, no less. His place of birth meant he could never admit to his parents his particular sexual preferences, especially the kind that involved enjoying being on the receiving end of a thorough ’clearing.’ If he dared to come clean, he assumed he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. He never doubted his redneck father would have the heart to do it.

Charles stepped into the elevator, watching Yuzuki Suzuko swipe her card and press the button for a floor.

He stood there, fussing with the tie of his suit.

This suit was a birthday gift from his lover, and even the cologne he wore was his partner’s favorite. On such a happy occasion, he naturally had to dress to the nines to celebrate his promotion.

Charles arrived on the thirty-first floor and followed Yuzuki Suzuko out of the elevator into a large office.

Looking at the rows of machines and the busy agents, a hint of contempt flickered in Charles’s eyes.

Soon, he would be the Director of Intelligence for the CIA Japan Branch, separated from these agents by a thick barrier.

Yuzuki Suzuko rang the doorbell, then bowed her head and said, "Chief Jack, I’ve brought him."

BEEP. The light on the door turned green. Yuzuki Suzuko pushed the door open, saying, "Please come in."

Charles glanced inside.

Beyond the elegant decor, a tall woman stood before a crescent-shaped desk. She wore a light blue uniform, her figure alluring, her complexion as pale as milk poured into a bowl. Her bright eyes were like beacons in the dark, capable of illuminating one’s very soul.

Morimoto Chiyoda, he thought, recognizing the youngest Police Director. A flicker of surprise crossed his mind, but he still walked in.

"Chief Jack, did you want to see me about something?" Charles stepped forward, his demeanor exceedingly respectful, ignoring the scrutinizing gazes from the side.

Jack stood up, smiling broadly. "Charles, this is the new Director of Intelligence. I believe there’s no need for introductions; you already know who she is."

"Chief, such an appointment doesn’t seem to adhere to the CIA sub-bureau’s rules, does it?" Charles kept a smile on his face, but his smile was clearly strained.

Jack was very pleased. He had deliberately not notified Charles, as he wanted to see the man make a fool of himself. He laughed heartily, "No worries, Director John has already approved this appointment. Your job from now on will be to assist her in managing the Department of Intelligence. Any objections?"

"None."

Charles smiled, though the anger simmering within him felt so intense it seemed his tie might burst.

He felt like a clown. His carefully selected outfit and the cologne wafting in the air seemed to mock him loudly.

Charles couldn’t understand why the higher-ups wouldn’t let him become Director of Intelligence. Even Director John had made such a decision. All because of this woman!

Charles glanced at her, his heart brimming with jealousy.

Morimoto Chiyoda could sense his discontent and said with a smile, "Actually, the Director of Intelligence wasn’t the one who stole the Mount Fuji Base deployment plans. The real thief is still among the higher-ups of the Department of Intelligence. Mr. Charles, who do you think it might be?"

Her voice was soft and alluring, capable of making listeners think of the sweetest and most seductive things in the world.

To Charles, however, beneath the sweetness lay a lethal danger, like a king cobra smearing honey on its fangs.

"Something like that actually happened?! We must investigate thoroughly!" Charles answered with righteous indignation, no longer caring about losing the position of Director of Intelligence.

If it was discovered that he was the culprit, his life would be over.

Within the CIA in Japan, mistakes were permissible. After all, no one could guarantee they wouldn’t err, nor could they guarantee that, when faced with an error, they wouldn’t choose to conceal it. The higher-ups certainly hoped that everything would be reported, but those below always had to consider their own positions. Even if Jack made a grave error, the CIA wouldn’t punish him with arrest, imprisonment, or execution; at most, forced retirement would be his fate. Because Jack was still considered one of their own within the CIA. But selling intelligence was different. It fundamentally meant crossing a line with the CIA, an act that placed one outside their circle. Not to mention, Charles was responsible for the deaths of the former Director of Intelligence and his assistant, thereby damaging national interests. Once exposed, nobody would want to save a traitor.

Morimoto Chiyoda stared at him, her lips curving slightly as she said, "With Mr. Charles’s word, I feel assured. You wouldn’t be a traitor, would you?"