Bright and Win walked out of the suit shop, they were immediately enveloped by their security team, forming a protective human barrier around them as they made their way to the waiting car. The presence of the security team was a constant reminder of the risks that came with Bright's public profile.
Across the street, a masked figure in dark clothing lurked in the shadows, snapping pictures of Bright and Win as they exited the shop. Among the security barrier, Win caught a glimpse of movement from afar, sensing someone taking pictures of them. He turned his gaze in the direction of the shadowy figure, but before he could make out any details, the individual disappeared into the crowd.
"Mr. Vachirawit, we need to be cautious," Win cautioned, his voice low but urgent. "We're being watched," Win whispered, his voice barely audible above the bustling city sounds.
Frowning in concern, Bright turned to Win, coaxing him to share what he had seen. "What did you see, Win?" he asked, his tone gentle yet insistent. Win hesitated for a moment before replying, "I saw someone taking pictures of us. It felt... off."
Bright followed Win's gaze, scanning the area for any sign of danger. However, with the shadowy figure gone, there was nothing to be seen. "It could just be reporters looking for a story," let's not jump to conclusions." Bright reasoned, though a nagging feeling of unease lingered in the back of his mind.
With a wary glance around, Win nodded in agreement and climbed into the waiting car. As the engine roared to life, Bright turned to one of the security team members, instructing them to keep a vigilant lookout for any suspicious activity.
As the car pulled away from the curb, Bright couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. With the shadowy figure still fresh in his mind, he knew that they would need to remain vigilant, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in their quest for truth and justice.
