Kuroda remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
"The divorce agreement can be signed, and the shares can be returned," Yamamoto's gaze sharpened. "But the conditions will change."
"Do you think he will compromise?"
Yamamoto did not answer. He looked out the window at the shrinking city of Tokyo below. "I will make him understand that even greater trouble is waiting for him."
At 2:10 in the afternoon, London Heathrow Airport.
Yamamoto Joichi's private jet landed smoothly on the tarmac.
The London weather was damp and chilly. The moment Abe stepped off the plane, he frowned deeply—he really disliked this kind of weather.
Yamamoto's gaze was extremely calm, his expression showing no change. Those close to him knew that this look meant he was preparing for a critical gamble, with the resolve of someone ready for battle.
"The car is already waiting. Harrington Group has scheduled the meeting for 3 p.m.," Abe said respectfully, lowering his head.
"Let's go."
