Charlie looked around. He did not have any particular preference for any of those scrumptious cuisines. He then smiled and said, “Just get me a bowl of ramen, thank you.”

Nanako immediately spoke to the chef who was an expert in the making of ramen, “Kuwa-san, please get two bowls of ramen ready. Please prepare double portions of noodles for Charlie-kun’s!”

The chef answered respectfully, “Understood, Miss. Please be seated, and we will serve you in a while.”

At the same moment.

While Charlie and Nanako were enjoying their breakfast at the Ito family’s mansion, a man in his fifties had just woken up in his presidential suite at St Regis Hotel, Tokyo.

He held a cup of coffee and a cigarette as he gazed at Tokyo’s street view at dawn outside of his window.

When the cigarette burned out, he poked the cigarette butt into the ashtray and lit another one. He asked his faithful servant who stood beside him, “How are the young master and miss now?”

Yasin Zuniga checked the time, then an