Chapter 49 Court Opening

"Mr. Atobe, according to our investigation, AT Fund Company and AX Logistics under Atobe Securities have had large amounts of account receipts and expenditures suspected of money laundering in the past two years. Do you have anything to say about this?"

"AT Fund Company and AX Logistics have always been managed by my uncle Atobe Yuichi, who was the vice president of the consortium at the time. As the executive president at the time, I did not have the authority in this regard, so I am not very clear about the situation in this regard. Moreover, the annual financial review of the company's board of directors did not find any signs of this."

"You mean, these are private actions taken by Yuichi Atobe when he was vice president?"

"The only thing I can be sure of is that the consortium's board of directors, including me and the chairman, was not aware of this."

"Mr. Atobe, as far as we know, you and your uncle are not on good terms. After taking over the position of president of the consortium a year ago, you have been purging his influence within the consortium on a large scale. Didn't you discover his illegal behavior in the process?"

"My uncle was always eyeing the position of president, so I had to be on guard. But later, he had severe heart failure and was dying. He could no longer pose a threat to me, so there was no need to investigate him." "

In other words, you don't intend to plead guilty to the charges of the Procuratorate?"

Arikawa Hiroki, a first-level prosecutor of the Special Investigation Department of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office, sat in the dark interrogation room and looked at the purple-haired man opposite. The latter only raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an almost arrogant arc as an answer.

Although he was in a damp and cold cell, his spirit was no less than when he was standing under the spotlight.

He couldn't help but think of the scene when his subordinates rushed into the president's office. It was obviously a moment of surprise, but the young man still stood calmly and calmly, with an inviolable look, like a king.

Thinking of Tezuka Kunimitsu's request yesterday afternoon, he raised his eyebrows calmly: "Your company has paid the bail, please prepare, you can go out tomorrow. In addition, the prosecutor will file a lawsuit in court based on the evidence they have, please be prepared to respond."

He stood up, walked out of the small room, and ended the interrogation.

Atobe Keigo sat at one end of the interrogation table, watching the iron door open and close, his eyes dark, and the throbbing pain in his chest vaguely attacked him, making him grab the front of his shirt tightly, clench his teeth, and finally did not say a word.

"Regarding the case of the Atobe Zaibatsu's suspected money laundering, the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office claims that they have sufficient evidence and will file a lawsuit in court as soon as possible. Mr. Keigo Atobe, the president of the Atobe Zaibatsu, who was detained and interrogated by the prosecutors a few days ago, has been released on bail this morning. Facing the prosecutors' accusations, he claims that the Atobe Zaibatsu had no knowledge of this and will not plead guilty in court..." 

During the NHK midday news, the same news has been broadcast nearly ten times at different times. Yuushi Oshitari cut a small steak, glanced at the beautiful and long-legged female reporter on TV with his beautiful phoenix eyes, and sighed softly. 

"Are you taking the afternoon flight back?" Ryuushi Oshitari, who was sitting opposite him, glanced at him indifferently, without any expression. 

"Yes, anyway, I can't get involved in the affairs here for the time being." There was still a small half of steak left, but the elegant genius had lost his appetite. He put down his knife and fork, took a napkin and wiped the corners of his lips, "If father is in a hurry, let's decide on the marriage with Shirai Pharmaceutical first." 

Oshitari Ryusuke was a little surprised. He raised his eyelids and looked at him carefully for a few times. Finally, he let out a long breath and smiled a little, "I hope you can figure it out." " 

There is one more thing I want to ask father." Oshitari paused, stood up and took out a list from a briefcase on the side, "Can you find a way to contact these cardiac surgery experts? There is a patient I want to consult." " 

Is it a very important VIP?" Oshitari Ryusuke took the list and raised his eyebrows after a simple glance. 

Oshitari Yuushi adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a white light flashed by. 

"Yes." He said, "very important." 

Very important, brother. 

When the plane arrived at Narita Airport in Tokyo, the whole of Tokyo was shrouded in a deep dusk. Yuushi Oshitari walked out with a simple luggage, and saw the surging flow of people. 

"Where are you now, Atobe?" He found the car that had been waiting outside for a long time, opened the door, and dialed his mobile phone at the same time, "I saw the news this morning. The prosecutor's office finally agreed to release him?" 

"Home." Atobe Keigo has been surrounded and blocked by a group of reporters since he came out of the prosecutor's office in the morning. He went to the consortium headquarters to discuss countermeasures with Akiyama and others without stopping. He just returned home and soaked himself in the warm water of the bathtub, using the steam to relieve the tense and tired nerves of the past few days. "Are you done there?" 

"Just got off the plane." Yuushi Oshitari sat in the warm car, admiring the gorgeous street scene that was rapidly receding outside the window. The light shining on his face was dim and soft, "How is it, how does the coffee in the prosecutor's office taste?" 

"Heh." Atobe snorted lightly, "As expected of the Special Investigation Division, the things that I tried so hard to find out were finally found out by them." 

Atobe Yuichi's private account book that he had made in the past, he racked his brains but couldn't find it, but now it has simply fallen into the hands of the Procuratorate and become the so-called evidence. Irony, it is really ironic. 

"Atobe?" Oshitari frowned, with a vague bad premonition, "What are you going to do?" 

"At this point, we can only actively respond to the lawsuit." Atobe's voice was a little tired from a long distance, but still strong, "Otherwise, once the entire consortium is stigmatized, it will be unable to recover in the current economic situation." 

He raised his head and looked at the steaming mist in the bathroom. He suddenly felt a bit heroic. He pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to say something else, but his brows furrowed and his breathing gradually became rapid. 

In the silent carriage, Oshitari heard it vaguely. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Atobe, have the attacks become more frequent in the past few days?" 

But there was no answer from the other end of the phone. 

After a long time, a voice came as if trying to suppress something: "Fortunately, I can make it through it." 

"The lawsuit can't be rushed, so it's better to get treatment as soon as possible?" 

"If you are hospitalized now, people will be in chaos." Atobe did not talk about it any further, "I will come to see you when I have time, hanging up." 

Oshitari wanted to say something, but the phone was already busy. He was stunned for a long time, slowly closed the flip phone, and finally sighed. 

They once thought that this man who stood at the top of the 200 tennis players could hold up the sky with just one finger, but now under the torture of stigma and illness, can he still maintain the glory of the Ice King? 

When he hung up the phone, his shortness of breath had filled the whole world. The tearing pain spread endlessly. Atobe held the top of the bathtub tightly with one hand, and the protruding blue veins were faintly visible. The phone in his other hand had not yet been closed when another notification sounded. He trembled and clicked on it. It was a simple message: " 

Ichikawa Kei suddenly disappeared and his whereabouts are unknown. An urgent search has been launched." 

The signature was Akiyama Takuma, who sent a text message because the phone was busy just now. 

For a moment, his heart was shocked. The man's eyebrows were more and more furrowed, and the dark eyes suddenly became fierce. The hand holding the phone could no longer support it, and let the limited edition mobile phone stumble and fall on the wet ground. 

He tried to stand up, but his body was out of control. He just stood up and fell down awkwardly, making a heavy dull sound, and the water splashed high, making a mess.

"Keigo?"

As if hearing the noise inside, a woman's voice came with a hint of urgency.

He was startled, raised his eyes, and said ruthlessly: "Get out! Don't come in!"

Yuki stopped at the door, only slightly startled.

Atobe was panting, and it took a long time for him to gradually calm down. As if he had come to his senses, he slowed down his voice: "It's okay, I just lost my phone."

"Be sure to find it before the court."

About ten minutes later, Atobe packed up everything and came out. He sent a message to Akiyama, and deleted the original one. He closed his phone and walked into the living room. He was wrapped in a thick bathrobe, and his purple-gray hair was still dripping with water. Yuki handed over the dry towel that had been prepared long ago, and only glanced at him lightly without saying anything.

Atobe took it and wiped the wet hair. His peripheral vision swept across the corners of her eyes, and his eyes darkened slightly. The movement of his hands paused slightly, and he hooked the corner of his lips with some difficulty: "Just now, did I scare you?"

The woman's face stiffened slightly, and then she shook her head gently.

Atobe frowned slightly, took off the towel and put it on his shoulders, sighed and reached out to hug her: "Sorry, I was thinking too much about some things."

This explanation was a bit of a cover-up, but he did lose his composure at the time, and the woman was too sensitive. For a moment, he was actually a little panicked. He took a deep breath and subconsciously hugged her tightly: "It's okay, don't worry."

His breath was slow, exuding a faint smell of men's shower gel, refreshing and refreshing.

So Yuki only sighed faintly: "Is it really okay?"

Atobe curled his lips, reached out to rub her hair, and sat down on the sofa with his arms around her waist. The two of them snuggled up to each other in the soft cushions, and the floor lamp next to them cast a dim and warm beam of light on each other's eyebrows and eyes.

"According to Lawyer Terajima, do we have a chance of winning this lawsuit?"

His tone was frivolous and a bit teasing. Yuki looked at him and turned away unhappily.

"Didn't Lawyer Takagi say that?" She lowered her eyelids. "If the evidence in the hands of the prosecutor is true, even if it was just Yuichi Atobe's personal behavior, the Atobe Zaibatsu has no subjective main responsibility, but as a foundation, it failed to stop the senior management from using the company's account to conduct illegal transactions in time, and must also bear responsibility for this."

Lawyer Takagi Akimi's judgment in the afternoon was roughly the same.

Atobe smiled, tightened her arms, buried his chin in her hair, and said casually: "Then, does Lawyer Terashima have any way to help me solve this dilemma?"

His expression was casual, and his words were even more casual, but Yuki frowned, not satisfied with his current state.

"Keigo..."

She sighed and wanted to say something, but Atobe chuckled again, stretched out his hand to ruffle her black hair, and said calmly: "It's just a joke. How can you defeat me with just those?"

She raised her eyelids, and the man's eyes were already calm and indifferent. There was no need to deliberately embellish, and there was a hint of arrogance and publicity from the inside out. She was slightly stunned. Was she overthinking it after all?

"I have to deal with the lawsuit recently, and I will be in the company for a while." Suddenly, Atobe continued, "I heard that my father's blood pressure is a little high. If you have time, please take care of him for me."

She was silent for a long time, and then called him softly.

"Keigo, can I believe it?"

"Hmm?"

"I want to believe you, so don't let me down." She slightly turned sideways, turned back and looked at him steadily, her eyes pale and distant, but with a thrilling power.

Atobe looked at her in a trance, raised the corner of his mouth for a long time, and stretched out his hand to ruffle her hair.

The case of the Atobe chaebol suspected of money laundering transactions was officially opened in early March, which attracted the attention of the financial community for a while. Various media outlets reported it extensively, with various newsletters and even groundless rumors, which became an unavoidable topic of conversation during this economic depression.

However, what made Akiyama Takuma uneasy was that until the trial, the whereabouts of Atobe Yuichi's former secretary Ichikawa Kei had not been found.

Atobe Keigo had to give up the plan of searching for people by relying solely on the internal forces of the chaebol, and personally contacted the important officials of the Metropolitan Police Department to ask the police to participate in the search.

At this time, the trial had officially begun.

Although Takagi Akimi, the defendant's defense lawyer, was already an experienced leader in the judicial industry, the defense still did not go smoothly. The

main prosecutor of the prosecution, Prosecutor Hiroki Arikawa, was just in his early thirties, and had passed the age of youth. After nearly ten years of refinement, he seemed to be more sharp and calm. The evidence provided by the prosecution was presented to the court one by one, which was solid and impeccable.

He himself was a man of ruthless and cold temper. His statements in court time and time again were precise in word choice and his logic was impeccable.

"Excuse me, defendant, you insist that you were completely unaware of AT Securities and AX Logistics' involvement in money laundering. The implication is that these were the personal actions of the late vice president Atobe Yuichi?"

"Unaware means that the company is not sure about the truth of the allegations made by the prosecution. The evidence in court has never appeared within the company. If the investigation is true, then I can only express my regret."

"Mr. Atobe Keigo, according to our investigation, your power struggle with Atobe Yuichi was already fierce two years ago. During this period, we have secretly investigated the account transactions under his name several times. Don't you find any abnormalities?"

"If I could get hold of such a handle, I would not have let him get away with it for so long."

"President Atobe, Atobe Yuichi died more than half a year ago and cannot bear any responsibility. The Atobe chaebol is pushing all the blame on a dead man. Do they think that there is no evidence and they are evading responsibility?"

"Objection! The prosecution is making malicious speculations about my client!"

"The objection is effective."

After listening to several court hearings, even if she was just sitting and listening, Yuki felt that the chances of winning were slim.

"If this goes on, it might not be good." Tezuka Kunimitsu sat next to her and sighed imperceptibly.

"If it was Tezuka, would there be a way to turn the defeat around?"

She asked this, but the cold man next to her thought for a moment and finally shook his head: "I'm afraid not."

"Lawyer Takagi is a senior predecessor in the industry, and he can't do it, let alone you and me." Yuki curled the corners of her mouth lightly, almost mocking, "Besides, Senior Arikawa has always acted like this, and he can't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. As long as the evidence is solid, he will spare no effort."

"Solid evidence?" Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned, "In other words, it's the fact?

" "Maybe it's a trap."

"Yuki." Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at her suspiciously, "How much do you know about this matter? Why do I feel that you seem to be confused, and Atobe didn't tell you anything?"

The woman was silent for a long time.

She raised her head and looked at the handsome man in the dock, her eyelids slightly drooped, her expression a little depressed.

"He's been a little strange lately." She said in a low voice, and she was actually a little frightened. "I don't know what he's thinking, but how could a man like him not have everything planned out? Even if something unexpected happens, he can handle it successfully, right? I should be able to believe that, right?"

She thought of the uneasiness she had felt these days, the embrace and kiss of that man, and mixed in the atmosphere of the past was fear. What could be so frightening that could scare the arrogant Ice Emperor?

As she was thinking that, she couldn't hear clearly what was being said in court. The fingers pressing on the handbag trembled slightly until Tezuka Kunimitsu reached out and pressed them gently, and then she came back to her senses.

The latter just frowned at him, his expression unchanged: "Calm down, it'll be fine."

So she took a deep breath and calmed down.