Pressure
Lianne just gave her mother that had barged in, an exasperated look. With such an obvious manner of greeting, Kyle was obviously up to something.
"You noticed already, huh?" Lianne said ruefully.
"Yup," Kyle answered, plopping himself down on the sofa that was facing her desk. He was just sitting there languidly, one leg over a knee and an arm across the backrest of the sofa, "You've been lax."
Lianne rolled her eyes at the picturesque image Kyle was giving out, just by sitting down on a sofa. Even she, as the daughter, could see the sort of impact his aura and visage had on the general public.
Just how did the Elite Five stand it?!
Just by sitting down, he could affect the people around him.
"I was already going to handle it, then give you a report later." Lianne told him, "I've already identified the biggest culprits."
"It was so obvious, Li," Kyle said with a sigh, "I know you and Zero really don't care about the talks, but for it to get to this point …"