Arima Kousei gets trapped in a treacherous hidden world in a very young age after he was brought in Las Vegas, Nevada by force. It was at that time that he met his uncle who secretly works under CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) wherein he is the so...
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Arima Kousei POV:
After the tiring beauty competition where I just stared onto many pretty ladies that were too much to like, I was finally done. It's not the beauty competition which I was looking forward to after all. I was both afraid and excited to meet James Egorth in Las Vegas Blue Hotel, a hotel he owns. August escorted me alongside the other guards of Big Dipper Syndicate inside the Blue Hotel as we walk inside it.
"Welcome, Mr. Ashworth," spoke a female receptionist. "Mr. Egorth is looking forward to seeing you in our meeting room."
"Does he know that my uncle won't be meeting him?" I asked her. "Does he know that it is his heir who would act on this deal?"
She looked confused. "I'm sorry, Young Master. I don't know."
I closed my eyes. "How can I be sure that he knows that I am the one to meet him?"
"Don't worry, Kousei Ashworth," spoke a man with a very heavy but calming voice. "I know that it will be you. Jupiter has called that he won't be coming but he sent a representative."
I opened my eyes. "Are you James Egorth?"
"Yes, I am," he replied. "If I'm not wrong, you're actually Kousei Arima, aren't you?"
My eyes widened. "I can't believe you know who I really am. Thank you for meeting us here and inviting me to go here in your hotel."
"You have my package, am I correct?" He sat on one of his solo couches. As I am very much familiar on that smell, I knew immediately that he's smoking cocaine.
"Yes, we have your packages," August said as she sit on the couch in front of his chair. "You must remember that I came here to protect a young boy here. I can't let a cop destroy his life immediately. You shouldn't have attracted any spy in here."
"You know what we do with spies, August," he told her. "Everyone who works in my hotel are members of my syndicate."
He handed her the gray attaché case which was filled with hundreds of dollars and at the same time, one of the guards who had stood behind us gave him a brown brief case.
