Chapter 4 Dinner

Atobe Keigo's office is located on the 11th floor of the chaebol headquarters. It has a European-style smooth and elegant design and decoration. The sunny side is curved and just right for a set of elegant and exquisite coffee tables. The thick dark green velvet curtains and milky white linings in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows are mostly opened, and the bright sunlight shines in, covering a layer of luxurious light gold color.

Atobe Keigo's afternoon tea time is basically spent here.

Boil a pot of top-quality Blue Mountain, with a volume of Goethe's poetry at hand, the delicate autumn sunlight hits the delicate corners of the eyes, and the teardrop mole has a lazy and noble color.

The knocks on the door rang three times in a row, and the tall man named Karaji Chonghong pushed the door in with a wooden face and made a gesture of invitation. The woman in a black professional suit representing her lawyer's identity came in on high heels, with the same indifferent expression as always, and just bowed politely.

Atobe Keigo nodded in understanding, but Kabata had already closed the door and quietly retreated.

"Have you thought it through, huh?"

The gorgeous voice that habitually rose, together with the line of the lips, drew an elegant arc.

She did not answer, but just smiled lightly as a courtesy and sat down.

Atobe Keigo smiled brightly, raised his hand, and handed over a light blue folder.

"This is a printed contract. Please take a look. If there is no problem, please sign it."

A faint sound of pages turning was heard in the room.

"Basically, there is no problem, but I want to make it clear that I am not responsible for some overly private disputes in the private life of my clients, including your scandals."

Atobe Keigo was stunned and sneered: "Don't worry, my scandals are not as likely to make the headlines as that of the Kansai wolf."

"Kansai... Wolf?"

Signing his name at the end of the contract, Terajima Yuki was a little slow to react to a certain word in the other party's words.

"Oshitari Yuushi, your brother's attending physician."

Her movements paused, and the last stroke of the pen leaked out excess ink.

She subconsciously frowned, and when she raised her head, she sneered in self-mockery.

"Have you investigated my background before hiring me?"

"This shouldn't be a surprise to you."

Atobe didn't care, picked up the coffee and stirred it carefully, and the mellow and elegant aroma floated in the air. The purple-gray hair fell to the corners of her eyes, and the unpredictable look in her eyes could not be seen. Terajima

Yuki sneered.

Atobe Keigo never believed in anyone unconditionally, and more often he only believed in his own insight. She was curious. Although her background was not too complicated, it was not simple either. What did he value that made him so determined to take her under his command?

After signing, he lazily threw away the pen and leaned back: "I want to advance the salary for the first half of the year, is that okay?"

"I'll have someone transfer it to your account tomorrow."

Atobe put down the coffee in his hand, looked up at the bright afternoon sun, and his purple-gray hair was coated with a layer of glittering luster.

"Are you free tonight?"

"Hmm?"

"Accompany me to a cocktail party, you need to get familiar with the business celebrities as soon as possible." He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and there's still time to choose a suit."

The dinner started on time at 7:30. The luxurious lobby of the Hilton Hotel was brightly lit and full of dazzling things.

The so-called business cocktail party is just a platform for the upper class to connect with each other and exchange interests. The red wine in the goblet, the exquisite pastries, and the brightly dressed men and women on the dance floor are like a magnificent oil painting with thick ink and heavy colors. The glitz and hustle and bustle are like a dream that will be broken in an instant.

Terajima Yuki can't say that he hates such occasions, but he doesn't like them to some extent.

Before coming, she was dragged to change into a dress. She was wearing a slim black evening dress by Versace, which covered her slender heels and dragged to the ground. A silver-gray lace cape covered her half-naked shoulders, and the long tassels fell into her arms, just brushing against her delicate handbag.

The whole outfit was enough for a middle-class family to eat and wear for a quarter. Uncle Atobe signed the bill without blinking an eye, and said, "The fee will be deducted from your future salary," completely ignoring her opinion.

When the future heir of the Atobe chaebol walked into the venue with his newly hired legal advisor, it caused quite a commotion as expected.

Wherever Atobe Keigo went, there would be no lack of applause and cheers. The flowers and love letters from the girls of Hyotei in junior high school and the envy and admiration in the eyes of celebrities now were essentially no different.

He enjoyed the submission and everything under his feet, but he never disdained it. Compared with the envy and admiration in the eyes of the world, the challenging goals ahead were more attractive.

However, this time, the commotion obviously added a different meaning.

Terajima Yuki stood behind him slowly, and soon attracted people's inquiring eyes.

Strictly speaking, she was not a woman with a stunning appearance, but she had a beautiful face, a capable and indifferent look, and stood gracefully in a long dress, exuding a pure temperament that ordinary noble women did not have. Even next to such a dazzling Atobe, people still could not ignore this sudden strange woman.

All kinds of eyes were focused on her, exploring, pondering, appreciating, or, jealous.

She looked up, and her sight covered most of the flower hall. A pretty woman in a purple low-cut evening dress stared at her fiercely, biting her lower lip tightly, revealing her mood. Behind her stood Hasegawa Shu, who had not put down the red wine in his hand, with a stunned expression in his eyes.

As expected, she met someone she didn't want to see.

She looked away as if she was bored, and glanced at someone who was busy with socializing: I don't know if this arrangement was intentional.

"Isn't this lawyer Terajima? He helped me a lot last time."

The warm greeting interrupted her thoughts. She came back to her senses and quickly called up the information of the person in front of her: "President Endo, long time no see?"

"I didn't expect to see you here. It's rare for you to come in with Master Atobe?"

"I just hired lawyer Terajima as my legal advisor." Before she could reply, a gorgeous voice rose in her ear. Atobe Keigo smiled with a smile in his eyes, "Hey, Miss Yuki?"

Suddenly changing the address, Terajima Yuki paused for a moment and nodded.

"So that's how it is. I almost thought Master Atobe had a new girlfriend." Easy Electronics' president Endo Nobuo was the host of this cocktail party. Hearing this, he smiled with sudden enlightenment and warmly invited the guests to take their seats.

In the dimly lit private room, Yuushi Oshima raised his glass and shook it over here. Atobe Keigo smiled faintly and walked over.

Surprisingly, besides Oshitari himself, there was also a graceful lady with long curly hair in front of him.

"A new woman, huh?" Atobe Keigo raised a mocking smile and took the wine glass handed over by the waiter.

"That's really rude." Oshitari curved his sexy peach blossom eyes behind his plain glasses, and his lazy Kansai accent rang out, "AE's trump card, lawyer Kudo Ryoko, you should have heard of her, right?"

The beautiful lady stood up gracefully and raised her wine glass to Atobe: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Atobe."

The wine glasses clinked gently.

"Ah..." Atobe Keigo's gorgeous voice rose, revealing an unpredictable aura. He turned around and smiled at the beauty beside him, "Now it's your senior, huh?"

Terajima Yuki obviously didn't expect to meet her colleagues here. After a brief surprise, she bowed politely, "It's really unexpected to meet here, Kudo senior."

"I think so too." Kudo Ryoko smiled dignifiedly and clinked glasses with her, "You are beautiful today, Yuki."

Then he greeted the others present, stepped away gracefully, and left slowly.

Atobe Keigo just looked at her coldly and sat down.

"AE's ace is here in person. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into? Huh?"

"Don't say that. Didn't you just hire a new talent from AE?" Oshima smiled lazily, curled up on the sofa and holding a glass of red wine, exuding a casual aura. "I wonder who is better, Miss Terajima or the senior from the firm?" "

If the firm agrees that we can take over both commissions of the same case at the same time, I might be interested in giving it a try." Terajima Yuuki said indifferently while sitting on the sofa next to him. Oshima

Yuuji smiled.

He filled her glass with wine and restrained his teasing tone: "I have already communicated with Dr. Kishimoto and have done a comprehensive examination on your brother. The next step will be to come up with a surgical plan as soon as possible." "

In that case, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Oshima.

" "Serving ladies is a gentleman's virtue." Oshima Yuuji drank the wine in the glass and shook the empty glass.

Atobe Keigo glanced at him coldly and snorted disdainfully.

A pleasant ringtone sounded, Terajima Yuuki took out his cell phone, made a gesture of excuse himself, and walked out quickly.

Seeing her graceful back disappear at the door, Atobe Keigo put down the wine glass in his hand: "It's rare to see you so concerned, huh?"

"That's my patient, I can't destroy my own reputation." Oshitari Yuushi chuckled, "Besides, it's rare for Tezuka to come to me for help, I can't even give him this face."

"Tezuka?" Atobe Keigo thought of Tezuka Kunimitsu and chuckled, "He doesn't ask for help easily."

Oshitari Yuushi changed the subject and glanced at the beautiful figure of Kudo Ryoko in the distance: "The Tokyo University Affiliated Hospital is facing equity restructuring, and someone is ready to move."

Following his gaze, Atobe Keigo frowned: "According to the original plan, your Oshitari family is going to control the shares, right?"

"Meishin University plans to offer a higher price." Oshitari

smiled nonchalantly.

Atobe snorted coldly: "Should I remind you to be careful?"

"I'm not so unvigilant." Oshige lazily curled up on the sofa, a teasing smile on his lips, "But you, have you found the right person?"

"Huh?"

"It's a necessary ceremony between families to take over."

Atobe Keigo frowned, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and sneered: "Just choose an obedient woman and keep her at home, there's nothing to say."

"I don't think she is a woman who can be obedient." Oshige Yuushi glanced at the door, his glasses turned white.

"Have I ever had that intention?" Atobe narrowed his eyes, and a sharp and dangerous beam of light flashed past him. "Ah, huh?"

"That's the feeling you give people. Everyone knows that there are countless women around Master Atobe, but there are only a few who can really appear together in social occasions." Oshima glanced at the corner in the distance. "See, Miss Hasegawa has been staring at this place, and her eyes are almost burning with jealousy."

Hasegawa Yumi, Atobe remembered this unfamiliar name and just snorted coldly.

"Even if you marry a vase as a decoration, you have to see if it's worth the price, eh, Oshima?"

Oshima Yuuji spread his hands helplessly: "I never make impolite comments to ladies, but Atobe--"

Suddenly he changed the subject: "Although I don't want to spoil your fun, I have to remind you that this matter is best done as soon as possible. Uncle's health seems to be getting worse and worse." Atobe

raised his eyelids, and his sharp eyes swept over, with a fierce and imposing aura.

He put down his wine glass: "The old man mentioned something, what's going on?"

"There are serious signs of decline in cardiopulmonary function, and the myocardial condition is not very good. My father's suggestion is to retire as soon as possible for comprehensive observation and recuperation, otherwise the consequences will be difficult to imagine."

Oshitari restrained his playful expression and looked at him through the cold lenses. The sharp and handsome facial contours of the Ice Emperor were hidden in the hazy light, appearing a little sinister.

Atobe pursed his lips and said nothing. Oshitari said this, and the meaning was self-evident.

To take over the family power before his father retires, he must cross that hurdle.

He leaned back in the soft sofa and put his hand against his forehead. A teardrop mole was scorching in the dim light and shadow.