Worst Nightmare

Chapter 25

Authors Pov..

Faye's eyes burned with frustration as she paced back and forth in her office, having just learned that Yoko was heading to a VIP bar with Charlotte and the crew. Her mind raced with a mixture of emotions—anger, worry, and an undeniable sense of unease.

She knew Yoko had every right to enjoy herself, to unwind with her co-stars and the crew after a long day of filming and private party for successfully completing the shooting of the drama. But what bothered Faye, more than anything, was the thought of Prince Fay lurking around, his dangerous unpredictability always a threat to their lives. The mere idea of Yoko being in a public space like that, potentially exposing herself to Prince Fay's influence, sent a cold shiver down Faye's spine.

As she stood there, stewing in her thoughts, Faye suddenly clenched her fists, making up her mind. She wouldn't let Yoko go into that environment unprotected. Faye's protective instincts kicked in, overriding her worries about her own identity or the potential risks she might face.

With a swift motion, Faye started to transform her appearance. She reached for a dark mask to cover her face, and a loose binny to pull over her hair, disguising herself as Yoko's manager, Mali—a persona she'd created for situations just like this. As she looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back was a stark contrast to the woman she usually was. In this guise, Faye was no longer the Princess of Thailand—she was simply Mali, a man of calm authority, fully prepared to keep an eye on Yoko without revealing who she truly was.

After a quick check in the mirror, Faye grabbed her phone, dialing Charlotte's number before she had time to second-guess herself.

"Charlotte," she said firmly, her voice lower than usual to keep her identity concealed. "You're bringing Yoko to a VIP bar, right? Make sure nothing happens tonight. I'll be there, just in case."

On the other end of the line, Charlotte's tone was casual, though a slight hesitation hung in her words. "Don't worry, Faye. It's just for fun. Big planned it, and Yoko seemed fine with it."

Faye's jaw tightened. She didn't want to argue with Charlotte, but the idea of Yoko being exposed to danger had triggered her protective instincts. "I don't care whose idea it was," she hissed. "Yoko is too important, too vulnerable to be in a place like that without protection. What if Prince Fay shows up?"

Charlotte let out an sigh,  "Oh, I know you're worried about Prince Fay? You've got nothing to worry about. We're just having a good time, and Yoko deserves that." Charlotte 'said as she continued, "And you know what? Maybe  just let her live a little and have fun"

Faye didn't buy it. "It's not about fun," she replied coldly. "Make sure you're careful. I'll meet you there."

She hung up the phone with a deep breath. Her heart raced, but there was no turning back now. Faye had a job to do. As much as she wanted to confront the situation head-on, she knew staying in the shadows would be more effective—watching from a distance, making sure Yoko was safe, and keeping Prince Fay's presence at bay.

As she left her office and headed out to meet them, Faye couldn't shake the feeling that something darker was waiting for them at the bar. She clenched her fists at her sides. Whatever it was, she would protect Yoko, no matter what it took.

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Faye stepped inside the VIP bar with a quiet confidence, her heart beating faster than usual as she adjusted the mask on her face. She was in full disguise, her hair tucked away under a binny cap, leaving only her eyes visible. A few bodyguards, also in disguise, followed her closely, though they kept a low profile. She had asked them to blend in, knowing full well there were members of the Wang family lurking in the crowd.