Worst Nightmare

Chapter 10

Author's Pov

After two days of travel, everyone finally arrived in South Korea and went to the Tibetan village nestled in the heart of SK. This village, known as Jiaju Tibetan Village, is often referred to as the "Tibetan fairyland," and it's easy to see why. The village is perched on a gentle hillside, with about 140 houses dotting the landscape. Each house is uniquely crafted with crown-shaped roofs, red eaves, and white walls, giving the village an almost mystical appearance, like a collection of little castles hidden within the forest.

The crew was in awe of the village's beauty, understanding now why the director had insisted on filming here. It felt as though they had stepped back in time, into an ancient, untouched world.

After settling into the guest houses provided to the crew, Yoko was given special accommodation by the villagers, who held her in great respect. The villagers, having heard of the Princess's visit, came from far and wide just to catch a glimpse of her. Yoko, touched by their warm welcome, generously donated to the village's welfare and gifted tokens of appreciation to those who had traveled to see her. Her kindness surprised not only the villagers but also the crew, who admired her humility and grace.

The day was spent settling in, with shooting scheduled to begin the next morning. The security team ensured that the village remained secure, implementing strict rules for entry with the permission of higher authorities and the villagers. While Yoko's fans were disappointed that they couldn't access the village, they were reassured by the knowledge that the Princess would be safe. Many were also excited by the prospect of Yoko doing a V-live with Enghfa in the coming days.

Exhausted from the day's events, Yoko retired to her room, where she collapsed onto the bed, curling up like a child, and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

As night fell, Faye, dressed in her black coat, tucked her phone into her pocket and prepared to meet Freen after organizing her belongings in the room adjacent to the Princess's. With the village now shrouded in darkness, Faye moved cautiously, careful not to attract the security team's attention around the house. She slipped along the wall, checking her surroundings before quietly climbing a nearby tree, and finding a perch on one of its sturdy branches.

From her vantage point, the village looked even more enchanting under the moonlight. The sound of traditional rituals echoed through the air, adding to the village's serene atmosphere. A slight rustling of leaves caught her attention, and she turned to see Freen seated a little distance away, her back against the trunk of the tree.

"This is the only place you could find for us to talk?" Faye asked, her eyes still on the village.

"It's the only blind spot around the house where outsiders can't enter, and the security is lighter here. With the sound of the rituals, no one can overhear our conversation," Freen explained, snapping a few photos of the surroundings.

Faye sighed, "What about Jan?"

Freen paused, her expression growing serious. "No new information. But I think your grandfather is planning something regarding the next heir."

Faye turned to Freen, her interest piqued. "What do you mean?"

"Some of the shares have been transferred to Wan. You know what that means, right?" Freen asked, looking at Faye not just as a bodyguard but also as a friend.

Faye nodded, understanding the implications but feeling a deeper unease. "I get it, but... something about the deal between the Wang and the Malisorn bothers me. It's not just about the curse. The Malisorns aren't revealing everything, but it's..."

"Personal," Freen finished the thought, and Faye nodded in agreement.

Faye was about to say more when her phone buzzed with a message from Manager. She quickly informed Freen, then gracefully jumped down from the tree, landing on the wall's edge before dropping to the ground. She made her way back to her room, while Freen remained in the tree, deep in thought as she watched over the village.