The morning mist rolled across London’s elegant avenues as Ren stood on the terrace of their penthouse suite, arms folded, looking out at the awakening skyline. The Mark 85’s reactor core humd faintly beneath his chest, dormant but always alert — like him.
Lucia’s holographic voice broke the silence.
"Sir, the final itinerary has been confird. Both families will arrive at Heathrow by 5 p.m. local ti."
Ren smiled.
"A family tour through Europe... it’s ti."
Later That Day
Aoi waited outside the terminal, bundled in a beige wool coat over a simple maternity dress. Her cheeks lit up the mont she saw her parents erge, followed closely by Ren’s mother and father.
"Papa!" Aoi squealed as she hugged her father tight, then her mom.
Ren’s parents approached with a mix of excitent and disbelief. "You really ant it," his father muttered, glancing at the sleek caravan of luxury cars waiting for them.
"Yes," Ren nodded, taking his mother’s bag. "We all needed this. A proper break. A family mory."
What caught everyone’s attention, however, were two sleek luxury cars unveiled right before the hotel:
A LaFerrari Aperta — brilliant crimson, customized for Aoi, its roaring engine muted with Ren’s own noise-canceling tech.
Two brand new BMW 7 Series — modified with full safety integration and a subtle Lucia co-pilot AI installed.
Aoi gasped as she walked up to the LaFerrari. "Ren... this is insane."
"For my wife," Ren said, brushing her hair back. "And for all the things you’ve endured. You deserve a chariot befitting a queen."
News Breaks Globally
Within hours, footage of the Takasugi family stepping out beside the iconic Ferrari aired on international broadcasts and viral social feeds. Headlines stord through the net:
📰 "Ren Takasugi Gifts Wife LaFerrari and BMWs for Family Trip—World Reacts!"📰 "Who Is Ren Takasugi? Net Worth Quietly Tops $12B, Analysts Say."📰 "Japan’s Iron Man? Rumors Swirl Around Tech Genius’s Reactor Device"
The net flooded with awe and curiosity.
CEOs speculated about his ties to defense-grade technology.
Financial circles buzzed with talk of silent billionaires.
Social dia dubbed him "The Quiet Emperor of Code."
But Ren, of course, stayed silent.
He had no interest in fa — only in safety, love, and legacy.
Daigo’s Reaction
In a penthouse across the diterranean, Daigo hurled a tumbler of brandy across the room. The screen kept looping the mont Aoi smiled inside her new LaFerrari.
"That bastard!" he barked. "This is what he’s doing now? Global broadcasts? European tours with his brat and his wife?!"
One of his n stepped forward, hesitant. "We tried another hack attempt... Lucia blasted us again. This ti, the malware lted our server cores."
"And what of the girl?" Daigo asked coldly.
"We... we still can’t locate a weakness. She’s under constant aerial scan. No breach possible."
Daigo’s eyes darkened. "Then we need sothing Ren won’t expect... not tech. Not firepower."
His eyes moved to a dossier marked "Reina. Classified: Emotional Pressure."
Back in London
That night, Ren tucked Aoi and baby Hikari into the hotel suite’s massive bed before quietly stepping out to his balcony.
The world buzzed about him. His na, his money, his inventions.
But none of it mattered.
He looked at the photo on his phone — Aoi holding Hikari beside the LaFerrari, laughing.
This was his wealth.
This was his legacy.
"Lucia," he said, "Maintain all counterasures. We move to Paris tomorrow. I want zero risk."
"Yes, sir. But Ren... may I say sothing?"
"...Go ahead."
"She looked happy today."
He smiled gently.
"She did, didn’t she?"
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