Chapter 341

The Yamaguchis had not held an event in Tokyo in years and judging by the spectacle unfolding before Haruto, they had apparently decided that when they finally returned to the social scene, they would make certain no one forgot it.

The Fuuji Hotel hall had been transformed in a way Haruto hadn't seen in years. 

The massive hall glowed beneath hundreds of crystal chandeliers, their light scattering across polished marble floors. Black and silver decorations stretched from the ceiling in elaborate arrangements, intertwined with deep crimson roses and delicate strands of crystal that shimmered whenever someone walked beneath them.

Everywhere Haruto looked, there was wealth and he sneered in annoyance. Blood surely was thick. They had decorated the hall the same way Aito's mother liked to decorate. Too loud and lavish. He hated all those flashy decors. In the past, when he attended such events with Aito, he usually left some minutes after but today, he wasn't going to le