However, they still need some discipline, otherwise Xiaolan and the others will have a lot of headaches in the future.
Ooka Momiji pouted and reluctantly let go of her hand: "Husband, remember to miss me."
She knew very well that her future husband would be surrounded by many women, but she didn't care. As a noble lady from a prestigious family, Ooka Momiji was well aware of the inner workings of high society.
Monogamy is merely a requirement for ordinary people.
With her husband's abilities, if he wanted, countless wealthy and noble families would rush to send their daughters to Yuzuru Nan's bed.
Watching Yuzuru Nana's departing figure, the love and longing on Ooka Momiji's pretty face slowly dissipated, replaced by the aloofness and dignity befitting her status as a young lady, as if she had become a different person.
"Iori, I want to know who dares to be my opponent today."
"Yes, Miss, I will have someone investigate."
Iori, standing to the side, bowed his head and replied.
Before getting on the bus, the girl paused for a moment, as if she had thought of something.
She turned her head and glanced at Hattori Heiji and Conan, who were crawling under the car investigating clues. Her eyes were cold and devoid of emotion as she said, "Tell my grandfather to draft a letter of accusation against the Osaka Prefectural Police Commissioner, under the pretext of..."
"On the grounds of dereliction of duty and endangering public safety."
Ooka Momiji's voice was as cold as ice, "Someone must be held responsible for the fact that a bomb was planted in the convoy."
Anyone who dares to be disrespectful to her husband must pay the price, and no one is exempt.
Iori Muga bowed slightly: "Understood."
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