In a quiet corner of the lounge, after the formalities ended, Satomi leaned in toward her father, her voice just a breath above a whisper.
"Papa~" she said softly.
Satoshi gave her a smirk, whispering back, "Good girl~"
"With this," he murmured, "our company… our success… it'll all be secured."
"Yes~" Satomi breathed.
Satoshi's voice dropped lower. "Just make sure Haruki doesn't go sniffing around other women."
Satomi gave a small, amused smile. "I will. But knowing how busy we'll be… I'm sure Mom can keep an eye on him."
Satoshi nodded slowly. "Yes. Your husband respects her."
"No, Papa~" Satomi whispered with a hint of a smirk.
"It's more like… he's scared of her. He wouldn't even dare to flirt if Mom's in the same house."
"Hmm… perfect."
Satomi leaned back slightly, crossing her legs elegantly.
"She'll be our eyes, won't she?"
"Yes. If Haruki even thinks of stepping out—"
"We'll make sure Mom scolds him."
"Exactly."
"Yes~" Satomi echoed, her tone sweet.
