He's in trouble:

The main entrance was already held open by a guard, standing stiffly as Satoru stepped out, his polished black shoes clicking against the marble floor. Dressed sharply in a sleek black suit, his white hair perfectly styled, he exuded an aura of power—though his expression was anything but composed. His jaw was tight, his fingers twitching slightly as his patience wore thin.

Outside, another guard stood by the car, holding the door open. Satoru slid into the backseat without a word, and the guard immediately shut the door behind him. The car pulled away the moment he was settled, the night air thick with tension.

A guard sat in the front passenger seat, his gaze locked on the road, his face unreadable. The driver, gripping the wheel tightly, felt the weight of Satoru's glare from the backseat. Minutes passed in silence, except for the rhythmic tapping of Satoru's fingers against his thigh—a clear sign of his rising agitation.

Then, suddenly—

"Can't you drive faster?!" Satoru snapped, his voice sharp and impatient.

The driver flinched slightly, glancing at him through the rearview mirror, sweat forming on his brow. "I'm keeping the legal speed limit, sir—"

"I don't care!" Satoru's voice cut through the air like a whip. "If you don't wanna get fired, then drive faster!"

The driver swallowed hard, exchanging a quick glance with the guard beside him. The guard, though maintaining a straight face, felt sweat roll down his temple as well, the pressure in the car suffocating.

With a deep breath, the driver pressed his foot on the gas, slightly increasing the speed.

Satoru leaned back, exhaling sharply, his fingers still twitching. But even as the city lights blurred past the windows, it still wasn't fast enough, but he kept his cool.

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The maids at the mansion were left in stunned silence after everything that had just unfolded. The tension still lingered in the air, the echoes of shattered glass and Satoru's furious outburst still fresh in their minds.

The young maid who had fallen onto Satoru's shins sat on the couch, pressing a hand to her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. Her heart was still racing from the chaos.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang through the room.

The other maid, the one who had fallen flat on the floor, clutched her stomach as she laughed uncontrollably. The absurdity of the situation had finally caught up to her.

At the sudden outburst, the young maid on the couch flinched, her head snapping up. "What are you laughing at? Your sudden burst of laughter startled me."

Still giggling, the other maid wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "I just can't believe how everything happened so suddenly! One second, we were fine, and the next, we're bumping into each other, and you—" she let out another chuckle, "you fell right onto the Young Master's legs! His scream—oh my God!"

The young maid pursed her lips, her face heating up as she recalled the moment. "It wasn't funny at all! I felt like I was going to die right there!"

The other maid only laughed harder, shaking her head. "Well, at least now we know how dramatic he can be. 'Not only did you women shatter my glass, but also my shin!'" she mimicked in an exaggerated tone.

Despite herself, the young maid couldn't help but crack a small, reluctant smile. The reality of working under Satoru Gojo was nothing short of a never-ending mess.

The third maid, still crouched on the floor, aggressively swept the shattered glass into a dustpan, her lips pressed into a tight line. Unlike the other two, she wasn't laughing. In fact, she was fuming.

"Unbelievable," she muttered, her grip on the broom tightening. "We serve him hand and foot—bringing his drinks, meals, preparing his baths, his clothes, even turning on the damn TV for him—and he throws a tantrum over a glass of water that was too cold?"

The laughing maid wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. "I mean, it was pretty funny—"

"Funny?" The third maid snapped, standing up. "It's pathetic. He's got all these women running around for him, and instead of gratitude, we get glass thrown at us?" She scoffed, tossing the broken pieces into the trash. "If he weren't rich, he'd be helpless."

The room fell silent for a moment. Then, the young maid on the couch let out a sigh. "Yeah… but he is rich."

That simple truth settled over them like a weight. The third maid clicked her tongue, grabbing the broom again. "Tch. Figures."

The guard at the main entrance was just about to close the door when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, his eyes widened slightly—Satoru's father.

Straightening his posture, he quickly answered. "Sir."

"Where is my son?" The deep, authoritative voice on the other end was calm, but the underlying curiosity was clear.

The guard hesitated for half a second before replying, "He's on his way to the party, sir."

A pause. Then—

"Really?"

"Yes, sir," the guard confirmed. "Is there something you need?"

Satoru's father exhaled lightly. "No, I was just wondering why he didn't come to the gala. I tried calling him, but he wasn't picking up."

"Oh," the guard muttered, his gaze flicking downward in thought.

Just then, the third maid, still visibly annoyed, walked up to him, holding out a cracked phone. "Sir called multiple times," she said, her tone edged with irritation. "We couldn't answer because the screen wouldn't work. The phone's completely broken."

The guard took the phone from the maid's hand, turning it over as he examined the shattered screen. It was completely unresponsive, the cracks running across the glass like a web.

Lifting the phone back to his ear, he spoke into the receiver. "Sir, his phone is with us, but the screen is broken. It's completely unresponsive—we can't touch or do anything with it."

Satoru's father raised an eyebrow. "And why is his phone broken?"

Before the guard could answer, the third maid quickly stepped forward. "Is that sir?" she asked.

The guard nodded. "Yeah. You need to talk to him?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

He handed her the phone, and she brought it to her ear. "Hello, sir!"

A warm chuckle came through the receiver. "Ah, hello. Long time since we've talked."

The maid smiled, her tone bright. "Yes, it's been a while! It's good to talk to you again."

Satoru's father hummed. "Likewise. Now, tell me—why is Satoru's phone broken?"

The maid let out a small, nervous laugh. "Honestly, sir, I have no idea why he threw his phone at the wall behind me. One moment, I was just standing there, holding his third glass of water, and the next—bam! His phone was in pieces."

She paused, glancing at the shattered device in the guard's hand before continuing. "But… he definitely saw something. Or read something. Or maybe someone informed him of something—I'm not sure. Whatever it was, it set him off. Right after that, he called the guards, told them to get the car ready, got dressed in a hurry, and now he's on his way to the gala."

Satoru's father exhaled lightly. "I wonder why…" he mused. But after a brief pause, his tone shifted slightly. "Wait. What do you mean by third glass of water?"

The maid huffed. "That's exactly why I wanted to talk to you, sir. He shattered two glasses of water and threw a tantrum—one because it was too cold, and the other because of… whatever he saw on his phone." She hesitated before adding, "And, um… the other one—the third one, I accidentally dropped it. Sorry about that."

Satoru's father let out a short chuckle. "It's alright. But thank you for the information." His voice took on a dry, unimpressed edge. "So, he destroyed two glasses of water—one over his bratty preferences and the other over whatever that behavior was."

He sighed. "Typical."

The maid sighed, running a hand through her hair as she handed the phone back to the guard. She had no idea why Satoru's father had given her this strange task, but a few days ago, he had specifically told her to inform him if Satoru wasted even a drop of water.

At the time, she had been too confused to question it. Why did it matter? She had no clue. But when Satoru's father gave an order, there was no room for negotiation—only obedience.

And so, when Satoru shattered two glasses of water in a tantrum, she had no choice but to snitch.

As the conversation ended, Satoru's father slipped his phone back into his pocket. Beside him, his wife, who had been quietly sipping her wine, glanced up at him with curiosity.

"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing the thoughtful expression on his face.

He exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Our son might be in trouble for his actions."

Satoru's mother furrowed her brows, then sighed, swirling the wine in her glass as she stared at it. "Oh... what did my baby do this time..."

💌 Who's in trouble now⁉️

To be continued...