After Allen left, Yun Ya lay on the big bed and took a nap. When she woke up, she glanced at the ti; it was ten o’clock in the evening.
The airplane food was unpleasant, and during the journey, she only drank so water. Now she was starving, desperately wanting to eat sothing.
She changed into a dress, took her handbag, and left the room, ready to head to the restaurant on the second floor.
The corridor was silent, with soft Persian carpets laid on the floor. Walking on them made no sound at all. The crystal chandelier above emitted a dim light, casting shadows on the carpet, projecting Ji Yunya’s slender figure.
The VIP floor was always exceptionally quiet, but now it was eerily silent.
Yun Ya clutched her handbag tightly, thinking about eting Prince Emil in the lobby. She regretted not ordering through the internal line and having the server deliver it to her room. Was it too late to go back now?
At that mont, a sharp female voice suddenly rang out, seemingly from a faraway place, yet so clear in this pin-drop quiet space, inexplicably creepy.
Yun Ya frowned slightly, stepped back, and prepared to return the way she ca.
Suddenly, the door at the end of the corridor opened, and a disheveled woman with ssy clothes ca running out barefoot. Seeing Yun Ya’s back, she imdiately shouted for help in English, her voice hoarse yet familiar, causing Yun Ya to freeze.
Without hesitation, she picked up her pace and dialed Allen on her phone.
No answer, no answer. Yun Ya took a deep breath and quickly typed a ssage on the soft keyboard.
She walked quickly, but the woman behind her ran even faster. The next mont, Yun Ya’s arm was grabbed.
"Help , please save ..." the woman cried out in plead.
Yun Ya closed her eyes, resigned, and turned to look at the woman in front of her.
Seeing Yun Ya, the woman imdiately exclaid in joy: "Ya, it’s you! Thank God, please take away from here..."
Behind her, four bodyguards dressed in black caught up.
Yun Ya sighed, thinking her luck had run out, "Poppy, what’s going on?"
The disheveled woman in front of her was none other than the famous Hollywood movie star Poppy. Blood was already flowing down her forehead, her face both terrified and haggard, nothing like her usual sultry allure.
Poppy tightly gripped Yun Ya’s arms, like a drowning person seizing the last straw. She glanced at the bodyguards swiftly catching up behind her, grabbed Yun Ya, and ran: "There’s no ti to explain now. The priority is to get out of here quickly. Only you can help now. For the sake of our old friendship, Ya, you must help ."
Yun Ya sighed. In the blink of an eye, they were caught up.
Poppy, loyal as ever, hurriedly stood in front of Yun Ya, "She’s just passing by. Don’t make it difficult for her. Let her go; I’ll go back with you."
Yun Ya shook her head. Doing so would only make it harder for these people to let her go. Let her go to call the police?
Sure enough, the bodyguards gave them no chance to react, directly covering their mouths and noses, lifting them over their shoulders.
In front of these burly n, Yun Ya was like a chick, with no room to resist. She wasn’t unfamiliar with these six bodyguards, having seen them in the hotel lobby earlier.
They were Prince Emil’s n.
Now this was trouble.
She prayed in her heart that Allen would see the ssage soon and co to rescue her, otherwise...
She thought of the rumors she had heard about Prince Emil, and her heart suddenly sank.
The two were thrown to the ground. Back facing them, a man in robes sat on the sofa. The leading black bodyguard whispered sothing to him, causing the man to raise an eyebrow in surprise, rise, and walk toward them.
He squatted down, extended his right hand, and lifted Yun Ya’s chin, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
Yun Ya’s eyes were somber as she looked at the handso man in front of her, speaking fluently in Arabic: "Prince Emil, I am a guest of the Mayfair Family. You wouldn’t offend the Mayfair Family over a woman, would you?"
Now, all she could do was use the Mayfair Family’s na to intimidate him. After all, though he was the Crown Prince, he had to consider the influence. This wasn’t his kingdom, and he needed to give the Mayfair Family so respect. In the afternoon, she had used this reason to persuade Prince Emil to leave. Little did she expect that she herself would run into trouble.
Yun Ya wasn’t sure if he would yield to the Mayfair Family, her heart racing, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on his eyes.
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