Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 20 Hush Money

The newlywed male escorts filed in and stood in a row in front of the coffee table.

This naturally includes Nakajima Hiroshi.

At Mizuki's command, Kato Inu stood up, resuming his serious butler demeanor, and stood by.

Mizuki casually scanned the crowd before her gaze settled on Nakajima Hiroshi.

She extended her finger and gently beckoned to Nakajima Hiroshi: "You stay."

Nakajima Hiroshi sighed softly.

Oh no, trouble is brewing.

Anyone with a brain knows that this woman wasn't trying to make a purchase; she simply recognized him.

Moreover, judging from the changes in Kato's breathing, he was clearly extremely concerned about this matter.

That's stirring up hatred.

However, when it comes to working for money, I don't really have much room to refuse.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit properly next to Meiyue.

Seeing that Nakajima Hiroshi was relatively well-behaved, Mizuki breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the others.

"You may all leave."

The newlyweds looked at each other, glanced at Kato Inu, then at Mizuki, and finally left amidst a chorus of low "yes".

Only three people remained in the room.

The air was thick with tension.

Mizuki picked up her wine glass, swirled it, and frowned slightly, as if she was considering her words.

But a moment later, he looked up impatiently at Kato Inu, whose face had turned pale, and gestured with his chin toward the door.

"You go out too."

"Oh, right..."

"Close the door."

Kato Inu's expression froze completely.

A look of disbelief and shock flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at Nakajima Hiroshi, his gaze so venomous it seemed he wanted to tear him apart.

But they dared not disobey their benefactors.

"……yes."

He squeezed out the word with difficulty, almost clenching his teeth, and turned around stiffly.

But he dared not use any force when closing the door, only making a "buzzing" sound as the electronic lock closed.

Nakajima Hiro hesitated for a moment, then looked directly at Mizuki with a hint of helplessness, trying to put on a professional smile.

"What ability do you have...?"

"Let's skip the formalities, Nakajima-kun."

"You must not reveal a single word about why I am here."

Onodera Mizuki didn't mince words. She took out a cigarette case from her handbag, tapped out a slender women's cigarette, but didn't light it. She just fiddled with it between her fingers, as if to distract herself.

His gaze remained fixed on Nakajima Hiroshi.

"Name your price, consider it hush money."

She parted her red lips slightly: "How much would you value it for keeping this a secret?"

Upon hearing this, Nakajima Hiroshi thought to himself, "Just as I suspected."

Honestly, if I just asked, asking for a million or two shouldn't be a problem, and could even be more.

After all, Onodera Mizuki must be a fat sheep to spend so much money on "love".

However, after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

"Miss Mizuki, I am indeed here to make money, but I am earning a living, not extortion money."

"I won't tell anyone about this, and you don't need to pay for it."

Although he really wants money, and if he just asks, he should be able to live comfortably for the next few years.

But Hiroshi Nakajima was unwilling to do such a thing.

He wanted to make a living through his own abilities.

While working at a male escort club may not be respectable, it is ultimately a matter of mutual consent, whereas extortion is a completely different matter.

Mizuki paused, the fingertips holding the cigarette between her fingers, her doubts deepening.

In this circle, promises of free services are often more suspicious than clearly marked prices.

It's free...

The only thing of value a person has is their body.

Mizuki thought about it according to industry practice.

Wealth and sex—that's all there is to the lower rungs of the entertainment industry.

Do you think we can still have dignity and dreams?

Her tone suddenly dropped several degrees.

"So what do you want, to sleep with me?"

However, despite the cold tone, anyone could tell that there was room for negotiation.

They just adopted a very tough stance.

"I advise you to give up on this idea. I have investors backing me, you should be able to tell."

"Even if I'm willing to go through the trouble of accompanying you a few times, they still won't let you go. You should understand that, right?"

Upon hearing this, Nakajima Hiroshi sighed softly.

He knew the woman had misunderstood.

"Miss Mizuki, I didn't mean that."

Hiroshi Nakajima could only lay out the logic more clearly.

"To be honest, you are indeed very charming, and most men, including myself, would easily fall for you."

"But I will not use this as a threat. Even if I like someone, I will only interact with them openly and honestly."

"So you can rest assured."

Mizuki was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Surprisingly, this man really didn't intend to blackmail me?

Without a doubt, he could get either money or his body as soon as he asked.

...She can play it at least a few times without any problem, and she will accept it even if she has to bite the bullet. It is impossible for her to directly ask a sugar daddy for help.

after all……

"but."

Nakajima Hiroshi suddenly changed the subject, drawing Mizuki's attention back to him.

"I do have a question, and I hope Miss Mizuki can answer it."

Mizuki paused slightly, her tone becoming tense again.

"explain."

Why did you apply for a job at my small firm?

Nakajima Hiro looked directly into her eyes.

"Judging from your spending here, it's impossible for you to have any interaction with our small team."

"You don't need a salary, but in terms of resources..."

He gave a wry smile; there was no need to elaborate on this matter.

However, Mizuki remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

She put the cigarettes she was holding back into the box, her voice revealing a rare hint of genuine weariness.

"Sorry, I can't answer that."

She looked away: "Let's change our request."

"As long as you don't cross the line, money, introductions within the circle, and even... are all negotiable."

Nakajima Hiroshi understood.

There is indeed a problem here.

However, he clearly wouldn't get an answer right now, so he stopped asking and turned to more practical demands.

"Then please, Miss Mizuki, kick me out in a bit."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

This request was somewhat abrupt, and she couldn't quite grasp it at all.

Was this man lying all along, and was he about to threaten me again?

Fortunately, Hiroshi Nakajima quickly provided an explanation.

"By leaving me here alone, I'm afraid I've become a thorn in Kato's side."

"I still need to make money for the foreseeable future, so I can't afford to offend this top male escort right now."

"So, I hope you'll act like you're very dissatisfied with me and kick me out of the private room."

He added, "The bigger the commotion, the better."

"It would be best if everyone knew that I was kicked out in a rather humiliating way and that I didn't have your favor at all."

"In this way, we won't become a threat to Kato Inu, which will avoid a lot of trouble."

Mizuki frowned.

She could naturally understand what Nakajima Hiroshi was saying.

It seems this guy really doesn't want to have anything to do with me, and he doesn't have any ill intentions. He just wants to establish himself steadily on his own merits.

A hint of admiration flashed in her eyes.

but.

"How much do you need to earn here? Is it start-up capital for the firm? Or do you have other needs?"

"Name your price, and I might be able to make up the difference for you."

Mizuki still wanted to buy out the deal directly, so that she could feel at ease.

Nakajima Hiroshi shook his head again, insisting.

"No, let's just consider it making friends. If I take this money, I'll always feel inferior to you."

Meiyue stared into his eyes, pondered for a while, and then gave up.

"……OK."

She pulled a black business card with silver foil stamping from her handbag and pushed it toward Nakajima Hiroshi.

"Consider it a debt I owe you. If you ever need help, call the private number on the back."

"it is good."

Nakajima Hiroshi smiled and accepted the gift with both hands, displaying a professional work ethic.

next second.

"roll!"

A sharp rebuke pierced the air.

Then, everyone saw Nakajima Hiroshi stagger and fall backward, getting splashed with red wine.

My side waist is also very painful.

This woman, you really kicked me...