Mitsui Yoshitaka was not a foolish man, but his earlier misjudgment had led his thinking astray. Once he anchored himself to the wrong conclusion, his reasoning continued to diverge further from reality.


    When his daughter Mitsui Xinmei questioned his judgment, his pride and stubbornness prevented him from reconsidering. Instead, he instinctively dismissed her concerns.


    However, after listening to Fei Kexin’s exnation, the weight of the truth hit him like a thunderp. He realized how monumental his error had been. The stakes, now clear, sent a chill down his spine, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.


    Fei Kexin hadn’t exaggerated in the slightest. If Tawanna Sweet had indeed been assassinated, the Mitsui family’s reputation would have been irrevocably destroyed. Public outrage would have demanded ountability, forcing Mitsui Yoshitaka to resign in disgrace. The shame would taint not only him but his entire lineage.


    In Japanese society, with its deep-seated value of maintaining outward decorum, scandals that exposed the dark underbelly of one’s dealings were catastrophic. Hypocrisy could persist unchallenged so long as the fa?ade remained intact. But once the filth wasid bare, it brought swift and brutal social exile.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The harsh cultural norm dictated that those who made grave mistakes and refused tomit suicide to atone were viewed as shameless, their social worth obliterated. Mitsui Yoshitaka shuddered at the thought. If Tawanna had died under these circumstances, even if he didn’t end his life to apologize, the Mitsui family would have no choice but to strip him of his position as its head.


    Realizing how close he hade to such a disaster, he felt overwhelming gratitude toward Charlie Wade. Turning to Fei Kexin, he asked anxiously, “Miss Fei, have Mr. Wade and the others returned safely?”


    “They have,” Fei Kexin replied. “You must act immediately. Assemble all Mitsui family security personnel and secure the parking area. No outsiders should enter, and none of the party guests should leave.”


    “Hai!” Mitsui Yoshitaka bowed deeply, his voice trembling. “I will see to it right away. Please, convey my deepest gratitude to Mr. Wade for saving us from catastrophe!”


    Fei Kexin replied firmly, “You don’t need to thank me; I’m merely the messenger. If you’re truly grateful, make sure to thank Mr. Wade in person.”


    “Of course!” Mitsui Yoshitaka nodded repeatedly, wiping his sweat. “Miss Fei, would you care to apany me outside to await his arrival?”


    Fei Kexin nodded. “Let’s go together, but don’t disrupt the party guests.”


    “Hai!”


    At this point, Mitsui Yoshitaka seemed utterly deferential, his earlier arrogance reced by a submissive humility.


    Mitsui Xinmei, standing nearby, interjected. “Otosan, I want toe with you.”


    Mitsui Yoshitaka hesitated momentarily, then nodded. He had to admit, her insights had been sharper than his own. “Very well,e along.”<fn46b3> Th?s chapter is updated by find·novel</fn46b3>


    Summoning the Mitsui family’s bodyguards, he issued urgent orders to secure the VIP parking area. The location, a semi-enclosed underground space exclusively reserved for high-profile guests and performers, was now under heavy surveince. The guards, all highly trained, quickly formed a defensive perimeter to prevent any unauthorized ess.


    Despite the robust security measures in ce, Mitsui Yoshitaka felt a gnawing sense of shame. How had an assassin’s ruse seeded under his watch? The embarrassment was unbearable.


    Momentster, the Toyota minibus returned, leading a convoy of vehicles. As the bus approached, the security guards at the entrance, dressed impably in white gloves, stood in formation and bowed deeply.


    The bus rolled into the parking area, stopping near Mitsui Yoshitaka and Fei Kexin. The door opened, and Charlie Wade appeared, his presencemanding respect. Turning to Tawanna Sweet and her boyfriend Trevor Kennedy, who were seated inside, he said, “You two, get out first.”


    The couple, visibly shaken, hurriedly exited the vehicle. Their faces were pale, and the dark, bloody marks on their necks hinted at the horrors they had endured.


    Mitsui Xinmei gasped and ran to Tawanna, embracing her tightly. “Tawanna, are you okay?”


    Tawanna burst into tears, clutching Xinmei as if for dear life. “Xinmei, I was so close… so close to never seeing you again!”


    Meanwhile, Mitsui Yoshitaka approached Trevor, his expression fraught with concern. “Mr. Kennedy, are you all right?”


    Trevor nodded repeatedly, his voice unsteady. “Thanks to Mr. Wade… If not for him, we would be dead.”


    Mitsui Yoshitaka’s eyes shifted to Charlie Wade, his heart brimming with both gratitude and shame. Bowing deeply, he said, “Mr. Wade, I owe you a debt that cannot be repaid. Thank you for saving them… and saving my family from ruin.”


    Charlie Wade’s gaze was calm yet prating. “Mr. Mitsui, there’s no need for thanks. Just ensure such mistakes are never repeated. The consequences of neglect can be far worse than you imagine.”


    Mitsui Yoshitaka nodded fervently, his respect for Charlie Wade reaching an all-time high. He vowed silently that he would never again let pride or misjudgment endanger his family or his honor.