Tokyo: Are you even a proper lawyer?

Saori Okazaki, 36, is a well-known divorce expert in Tokyo.

She is the defense lawyer for Saionji Nori's wife, Aiba Rika.

Saori Okazaki's image on social media is quite peculiar.

Besides being a lawyer, he also appears to be running some kind of offline course.

However, this course has strict screening criteria, so ordinary people cannot join.

"Her method of selecting participants is very discreet," Maki Suzuki said, turning her computer to Masashi Akiyama. "On the surface, it's a 'Women's Rights Seminar,' but according to the information I found, the actual participants are all married women experiencing marital problems, and... their husbands are all quite well-off."

Masashi Akiyama's gaze swept over the meticulously edited photos.

In the images, Saori Okazaki is always standing on the podium, with an elegant posture and a gentle smile, while the audience below is filled with attentive female listeners.

However, certain details, such as the audience's clothing, jewelry, and handbags on the table, reveal a certain unspoken commonality.

"This offline course is only open to a specific group of people." Suzuki Maki paused, then added, "It might be related to Saionji's case. Next, I will 'visit' her law firm as her newlywed wife."

She said this while standing in front of the office mirror, fixing her clothes.

At this moment, Maki Suzuki was completely different from her usual self.

Her legs, encased in black stockings and wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, were perfectly outlined by a tight-fitting business suit, which accentuated her curves that were usually hidden under a loose sweater.

The black bodycon skirt stopped just two inches above the knee, and the well-tailored blazer hugged her full breasts.

At this moment, Maki Suzuki looked like a sophisticated young woman in her early thirties, well-maintained and worldly-wise.

Masashi Akiyama looked up from his documents, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, and said sincerely:

"Thanks for your hard work."

Rin Saionji sat on the sofa in the corner, holding a teacup in both hands, and nodded in agreement.

Facing Masashi Akiyama's gaze, Maki Suzuki turned her head away in a fluster, her fingertips brushing against the strands of hair beside her ear.

The ends of her hair lingered briefly between her fingers before falling, swaying gently in a delicate arc along her fair neck.

"It's...it's okay..."

……

Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, 2-chome-3-ban.

Okazaki Law Office occupies an entire floor of a high-end office building.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a bustling street scene. The interior is decorated mainly in beige and light gray tones, adorned with expensive artworks, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance, as if deliberately creating a relaxing sense of luxury.

Having made an appointment, Maki Suzuki finally met Saori Okazaki in the reception room.

The other person looks even more refined than in the photos.

At thirty-six years old, her skin was flawless, and she wore a perfectly tailored dark blue suit with pearl earrings that gleamed with a warm luster on her earlobes.

Saori Okazaki carefully examined Maki Suzuki. Although she couldn't discern the specific brand, she quickly made a judgment based on the fabric of the clothing and the demeanor of the other woman.

These are her target customers.

The next moment, a professional smile bloomed on Saori Okazaki's face.

"Ms. Suzuki, welcome! You must be tired from your journey."

Small talk is an essential part of the process.

Saori Okazaki inquired about the weather and traffic, and also praised Maki Suzuki's taste in clothing.

Three minutes later, she took the opportunity to invite the other party into her private office for a detailed discussion.

The door closed gently behind me, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

"That's right, Attorney Okazaki." Maki Suzuki sat down on the leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, her voice carrying just the right amount of melancholy.

"My husband...is not considerate towards me. He's under a lot of work pressure, and when he's in a bad mood, he even...gets violent."

She paused, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks.

"I want him to change, what should I do?"

Domestic violence?!

Saori Okazaki's eyes lit up instantly, but she quickly concealed it, replacing it with a concerned expression:

"Ms. Suzuki, have you ever considered... separating from your husband?"

"You mean... divorce?" Suzuki Maki deliberately feigned surprise and shook her head.

"My husband was the breadwinner of the family. After we separated, I simply couldn't survive..."

"You don't know this," Saori Okazaki leaned forward slightly, "I can ensure that you receive 40% or even more after the divorce."

Maki Suzuki showed an expression of interest at the opportune moment, but her tone still carried a hint of doubt.

"Is this even allowed? The law... doesn't allow it, does it?"

Another customer has taken the bait.

Saori Okazaki chuckled inwardly.

That's human nature. If someone knows they can get a huge fortune, who would want to depend on others for a living?

"Ms. Suzuki, please take a look at these."

She turned on her computer and pulled up a series of carefully compiled success stories.

Each document was marked with the date, amount, and the information of the parties involved was blurred.

The numbers are striking—30 million, 50 million, 80 million…

All of these are large sums of property that help women obtain in divorce proceedings.

"You see, all of this is reasonable and legal, and the court also recognizes it."

"We have a professional team to ensure that your rights are protected to the fullest extent."

Maki Suzuki nodded. "However... I still don't quite understand how it works. Could you explain it in detail?"

"Ms. Suzuki, if you don't mind, we happen to have a public lecture this afternoon specifically to help us women protect our rights. You are welcome to come and listen in and experience the atmosphere."

"Protecting women's rights?" Maki Suzuki feigned interest. "Any conditions?"

"Yes. You'll mainly need to provide some proof of assets to ensure you genuinely want to resolve the issue."

Saori Okazaki said it casually, "This is also to screen out those who truly need help."

"That's easy."

Maki Suzuki took her phone out of her handbag and brought up the property certificate she had prepared in advance.

A luxury apartment located in the Minato Ward, valued at approximately 200 million yen.

The photos are very clear, although the name of the property owner has been blurred, but the key information is still clearly visible.

Saori Okazaki glanced at it, and her smile immediately became much more genuine.

"Ms. Suzuki, congratulations! You are now a member of our 'Offline Women's Rights Protection Class'. Welcome to join us."

She opened the drawer and took out a dark red membership card.

The card is thick and heavy, and the gold lettering shines brightly under the light.

"We have a lecture at 2 PM in the conference room on the third floor. We hope you can attend."

Maki Suzuki nodded reservedly and accepted the card.

At 1:50 p.m., Maki Suzuki followed Saori Okazaki's assistant to a private conference room deep inside the office.

The sound wave hit us the moment the door was pushed open.

At first glance, it was all women. Young and middle-aged, dressed smartly and in understated luxury, they were gathered in small groups of three or five, chattering away about something.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, and a certain excited, restless mood.

Maki Suzuki, holding a glass of champagne handed to her by a staff member, walked casually toward a discussion group.

"Attorney Okazaki helped me win the case, and I received over 50 million yen in assets!"

"If you listen carefully to Attorney Okazaki's lectures, you can do it yourself!"

"Attorney Okazaki is right. Women need to be independent and break away from men. This is absolutely the right path!"

As Suzuki Maki listened, she used the act of fixing her hair to adjust the miniature camera clipped to her brooch.

Through the gaps in the metal petals, the camera silently focused on the venue.

Click.

A very soft sound indicates that the device has started up.

But drowned out by the noise of the crowd, no one noticed.

She walked slowly to a corner seat, her gaze sweeping across the entire room.

A rough estimate suggests that there were about thirty or forty people present, each with a similar expression on their face, a mixture of anxiety and longing.

They talked, exchanged contact information, and shared "success stories," like believers in some kind of secret gathering.

It's exactly 2 o'clock.

The meeting room door was pushed open again.

Saori Okazaki walked in.

She had changed her outfit. She wore an ivory-white suit, a pearl necklace, and her hair was neatly styled in a bun. Her makeup was even more exquisite than in the morning.

The moment she appeared—

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

"Attorney Okazaki! Please help me with my case!"

"Attorney Okazaki, you are my idol!"

"Attorney Okazaki, you are the savior of us women!"

Cheers, screams, and even suppressed sobs filled the air.

A woman stood up excitedly and clasped her hands together.

Some people's eyes reddened, as if they had found a lifeline; others burst into tears, their shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Saori Okazaki raised her hands and made a "quiet" gesture.

The noise gradually subsided.

She walked up to the podium and adjusted the microphone.

The light shone on her, casting a long shadow behind her.

Then, she spoke.

"Hello everyone--"

"I am Saori Okazaki. And my goal—"

"It's about saving all women who are oppressed in the family!"