Inside a luxurious villa, Fujiko Mine had already changed into a new outfit and stepped out.

It was a tight-fitting red leather catsuit paired with knee-high boots.

Standing in front of the sofa, she struggled to zip up the front of her suit—this outfit perfectly highlighted her dangerously seductive curves, but stuffing her "world-class" bust into it was clearly no easy task.

Fujiko Mine had to push and squeeze, inching the zipper up bit by bit.

"Ugh, every time I wear something tight, it's always such a hassle," she grumbled in frustration.

Sitting nearby with a laptop, Ai Haibara glanced up at her, only to immediately roll her eyes and turn away.

She looks like a dairy cow.

Ignoring her, Ai refocused on her laptop.

After being returned to Professor Agasa's house, Ayumi and the others had woken up and apparently guessed that it was Ai who had swapped them back. Since then, they'd been trying to find her. But Ai kept feeding them fake addresses, sending them on wild goose chases. After several fruitless attempts, Professor Agasa and the others were growing more anxious...

Which made sense. They probably thought she was being held hostage and forced to mislead them.

But Ai Haibara didn't explain anything.

Because she had more important things to do.

By now, Fujiko Mine had finally managed to zip up her leather suit... only to tug it slightly down again, exposing a generous stretch of pale skin. She smiled, swaying her hips as she headed toward the door.

Ai Haibara frowned.

"You're going out?"

"Yup. You can head back, too, if you want."

Fujiko bent down to pick up her gear bag—a shocking arsenal of heavy weaponry was packed inside. Beyond tear gas and grenades, it held two submachine guns, and most outrageously, even a rocket launcher.

"For a woman who toys with men like puppets, I never forgive the ones who lie to me," said Fujiko, voice icy.

But as she turned to leave, Ai Haibara's expression darkened.

"So you were lying when you said you knew the secret about Cointreau from the start, weren't you?"

Fujiko chuckled.

She put down the bag, sashayed behind Ai, and leaned over the back of the sofa to peer at her screen and the phone in her hand.

"So all that time you were using my computer... you were just feeding your friends false information?"

"I just didn't want them getting into danger."

"Of course... betrayal really is your specialty, isn't it?"

Fujiko smiled. "Just like how you betrayed your original organization."

"Enough nonsense. Are you saying what I'm looking for is in this computer?"

"Wanna find out?"

Fujiko grinned.

Without answering, Ai Haibara moved the mouse and began searching.

The file she needed wasn't deeply hidden—just in the root directory of a separate drive.

She clicked open the top image file.

It was a digital copy of a medical check-up report.

Patient Name: Hayashi Yoshiki

Gender: Male

Age: 22

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Testosterone serum levels were repeatedly measured at abnormally high levels during hormonal assessments.

Multiple full-body examinations have ruled out pathological causes.

Confirmed: the heightened testosterone serum levels do not affect emotional stability. The only noted physiological impact is heightened sexual drive.

Medical recommendation: The Patient should receive a check-up every three months.

Staring at the report, Ai Haibara's initial reaction was one of concern.

High testosterone levels could impact numerous aspects—physical health, metabolism, mood, and reproductive function... Though the report stated that Hayashi Yoshiki had no other issues, her background in medicine made it hard not to worry.

Fujiko Mine watched Ai's reaction with interest, her eyes narrowing into a smile.

"So? Learned something new about that man of yours? He might seem all proper and gentlemanly on the surface, but inside? He's a beast."

Ai didn't respond.

She clicked on the next file—inside were several photos of Hayashi Yoshiki with various women.

There was a tall woman with short green hair in a cheongsam...

A sweet-faced woman who clearly knew how to charm men...

Ai Haibara's face remained unreadable.

To her surprise, even Yoko Okino appeared in some of the photos.

Most of the images were from surveillance camera angles, but they were clear enough.

Looking at these women, Ai Haibara couldn't quite say what she was feeling.

Was it anger?

Sadness?

Disgust?

She wasn't sure.

All she knew was that somewhere deep inside, her heart remained oddly calm.

She thought to herself—while she'd been foolishly giddy over the kiss at the top of the Suzuki Tower, so many other women had been surrounding him all along.

She even found herself laughing—laughing at how naive she'd been.

"Got nothing to say?"

"You people really are relentless... getting your hands on these kinds of photos."

"Is that all you have to say?"

Fujiko Mine sounded disappointed.

She'd expected Ai to explode with rage, maybe even call that troublesome man to confront him. At the very least, she'd hoped it would push Ai to cut ties with the "trash."

Honestly, Fujiko had planned to use the moment to persuade Ai to help develop APTX4869 again.

But Ai Haibara's response was far calmer than anticipated.

Even she didn't understand her own reaction.

"Whatever."

Watching the girl's emotionless face staring at the screen, Fujiko smiled again.

"Wanna go for a ride? Though... it might get a little dangerous."

"Let's go."

Without another word, Ai Haibara shut the laptop.

She got up from the sofa and headed straight for the door. Her decisiveness caught even Fujiko off guard.

"Alright then, big sis will take you for a ride. Let's toss all the bad moods and garbage men far, far behind us~!"

She smiled, slung the weapons bag over her shoulder, and together with Ai, hopped onto a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

VROOM! VROOM!!

The black-and-silver bike roared to life and shot out of the villa courtyard.