Chapter 224

Letting out a breath, Kitakami Yoru withdrew his focus and looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha coldly.

"You've been shocked, so shouldn't we talk about things between us next?"

"Senior Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

Kitakami Yoru's tone carried a faint sarcasm, sounding a bit like a villain who had gotten his way.

That's right, he was a villain, so what?

"What do you want?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was interrupted in her thinking, sized up Kitakami Yoru for a while, and steadied her mind.

She thought back

Scene after scene surfaced before him, as if they had happened just yesterday.

To tell the truth, when Kasumigaoka Utaha found out the culprit was Eriri, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Because Kitakami Yoru had not laid a hand on her pantyhose and panties, followed immediately by complex and tangled emotions.

Knowing she had wronged the other party...

"Can't you speak for yourself?"

"I want you to commit suicide, are you willing to go?"

Kitakami Yoru sneered and rolled his eyes.

"Hoo..."

"If not, how much money do you want as compensation?!"

In normal times, if Kasumigaoka Utaha heard this from Kitakami Yoru, she would have long since turned hostile and refused to acknowledge him.

But now it was different; she had done something wrong and had to bow her head.

"Money, money, money!"

"Is it money again?!"

"You're simply a jerk. In your eyes, can money solve everything? Or is it omnipotent?"

Kitakami Yoru was momentarily speechless, then began to scold.

At the time, Eriri was the same, wanting to use money to solve it.

Unfortunately, he was not short on money.

Although, using money for compensation is the most common and basic method.

"Three hundred thousand?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned slightly and stated a number.

She did not know why Kitakami Yoru's reaction to hearing about money had suddenly become so intense.

"Three hundred thousand?"

Kitakami Yoru took a deep breath, his expression clearly revealing that he found it laughable.

"One million?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's brow furrowed deeper.

Kitakami Yoru did not speak.

"Five million??"

Kasumigaoka Utaha only felt this number was filled with incredulity.

Because of one misunderstanding, compensating five million—isn't this asking for the moon?

Kitakami Yoru crossed his arms, saying nothing, a faint mockery flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to hear how large a number Kasumigaoka Utaha could report.

"Ten million?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha shouted it out, not even believing it herself.

This was all of her savings.

Sales of 500,000 copies of light novels, with a 10 percent royalty rate.

She hadn't spent nothing over these years, either.

Ten million was already all she had.

Converted, it amounted to a full 75,000 US dollars.

Go check traffic accidents: hitting someone and leaving them crippled, broken-legged, or disabled—the compensation amount capped by court judgment is only ten million.

From Kasumigaoka Utaha's perspective, she had misunderstood Kitakami Yoru and wronged him.

It was her mistake, and compensation was completely fine.

But a ten-million compensation was countless times higher than the normal amount.

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt in her heart that five hundred thousand was enough, even completely sufficient.

"Eriri is willing to give me twenty million to let me take the fall for this."

Kitakami Yoru began to sneer.

"I only have ten million; I don't have any more."

"If you keep asking for the sky, I can't afford to pay you either."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was stunned upon hearing this.

Kitakami Yoru was dissatisfied with this compensation amount.

Also, Eriri was too rich...

Did she really have to give ten million?!

Because of one misunderstanding?

"What do you mean?"

Kitakami Yoru asked back with a calm smile.

"You can go online yourself and check: the compensation for traffic accidents resulting in disability, or the compensation for a suspect wrongly detained by the Metropolitan Police Department for three years, is only about that much."

"I think that me giving you ten million is already very, very, very much!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha used the word "very" three times in a row to emphasize.

She was a light novel writer who had collected a lot of material and happened to remember some similar cases.

"And so?"

Kitakami Yoru swallowed and continued to ask.

"So..."

"So I think..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was a bit nervous, gazing at Kitakami Yoru, and said at the same time: "Normally speaking, I think compensating you a few hundred thousand or a million is already enough to make it up to you."

Referring to the cases above, each one was countless times more serious than her wronging Kitakami Yoru!

Even if Kitakami Yoru refused to accept it and went to court to sue her.

At most, the judge would order her to apologize and pay a hundred thousand or a few hundred thousand in emotional distress damages to Kitakami Yoru.

"She had already doubled it, increased the compensation by dozens of times?"

"And Kitakami Yoru still isn't happy?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's true thoughts were exactly like this.

Actually, she wasn't wrong in her thinking.

However, Kitakami Yoru was not short on money!

For example, a taxi driver has a vehicle malfunction and accidentally hits and kills the son of a billionaire.

The court sentences the driver to pay one million in compensation and three years for manslaughter; the driver feels bad and is willing to pay two million.

The billionaire is dissatisfied and wants the driver to get life imprisonment or even the death penalty; he doesn't want the money.

He would love to skin the driver alive!

Because if he took one percent of his assets and threw it in a bank, it would be millions a year.

At this very moment.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was that driver, and Kitakami Yoru was the billionaire.

"I don't want your money; why don't you just drop out of school."

Kitakami Yoru kept taking deep breaths, controlling himself to say calmly.

Of course, he knew in his heart that he was just mentioning it offhandedly.