"Oops! I violated a taboo!"

Keiko Matsumoto, who took away her right hand, deliberately looked panicked.

"What's wrong?"

The ladies were all puzzled and looked at her in astonishment.

"Sorry, so sorry, I forgot. I completely forgot. Last month, I actually went to Miaoho Temple to pray. Master Wanghai, the leader of the Shingon Sect, specifically told me not to do divination or pray to spirits for ninety-nine days... As a result

I...I almost forgot all about it today...I'm sorry, ladies. I'm sorry, this master!"

Matsumoto Keiko was so frightened that she kept bowing and apologizing to everyone present, and she did so with great courtesy.

So after everyone looked at each other, their attitudes became ambiguous.

"It turns out to be like this, then... let's just forget it and stop looking at each other. Zen masters can't fight against Onmyoji..."

Mrs. Miyamoto must have really believed it, otherwise she would not have taken the initiative to help smooth things over.

"You can't fight against evil spirits, otherwise it won't work."

Michiko Harada was more alert and took advantage of the situation to help Matsumoto Keiko speak.

Mrs. Ohno raised her eyebrows and was somewhat dissatisfied with the etiquette.

"Really. Miss Matsumoto, you should have said it earlier. This is so embarrassing and so rude!"

Mrs. Kuroda was more concerned about saving face for the master, so she curled her lips and said a few mean words.

"Ms. Matsumoto, it can only be said that you are out of luck. The onmyoji today came because of the director's wife. Next time you want to do divination, you may not have such an opportunity again."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I was too careless and let down everyone's kindness. However, you are so broad-minded. You can definitely fit the Himalayas into it..."

Matsumoto Keiko expressed her apology very skillfully, which made several noble ladies feel sorry for her, and they couldn't help but smile with pride.

In this way, with her wit, the magic stick could no longer be pretentious and could only walk down the steps slowly.

"Well, the days ahead are long and the days ahead are long. Then let's change to the next one."

He said yes, but the meaning was not fulfilled. He felt regretful and turned his target to others.

Michiko Harada was not polite and took the initiative to ask for help.

She stretched out her slender, agile and coquettish hand generously, letting the magic stick play with it and look at it at will.

However, it is a pity that for Matsumoto Keiko, the oldest and well-informed wife of the director, this situation is really difficult.

Although she smiled, she didn't say anything about the result.

But the way she stared at Matsumoto Keiko and the reflection of the crystal lenses exuded a solemn pressure that was completely opposite to the warmth on the surface.

This undoubtedly fully illustrates one thing, her eyes are not rubbed with sand and cannot be deceived.

So on this day, Keiko Matsumoto, who came full of hope, failed to get what she wanted, and her trip was almost in vain.

Because even if she sent the paintings, she still failed to please the director's wife.

In the end, I only got a commercial performance commitment for a Christmas event. The conditions were quite harsh.

Not only do you need to work outdoors, but the pay is only a modest 2.8 million yen, and you also need to raise your own clothing.

This is enough to show that because of her poor performance today, she was resented and disliked by the director's wife who originally had a good impression of her.

The price of this kind of activity is undoubtedly a humiliation for her, it is clearly like giving a few small coins to a beggar.

But to be honest, Matsumoto Keiko doesn't regret it at all. The only thing she regrets is that she shouldn't have come to this place and attended this party.

Because what disgusted her more than that Onmyoji was the food at these ladies' gatherings.

Matsumoto Keiko couldn't believe that these clean, well-dressed and spotless ladies would actually use the reproductive organs of hunted whales as food.

They are actually superstitious that such things can bring them physical and mental happiness.

So unable to wait for the party to end, without even eating a bite, Matsumoto Keiko made another excuse and escaped from the private room of Sakura Garden Restaurant like she was escaping from a nightmare.

Michiko Harada chased her out and took her to the parking lot.

When I was alone in the elevator, I couldn't help but complain about her.

"Sister, you are so disrespectful today. You could have earned at least 50 million yen, but it has turned into such a small fraction. I feel sorry for you. Why do you have to be so arrogant? What a loss...

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But Matsumoto Keiko couldn't say a word.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, she no longer cared about her image.
Chapter completed!