Chapter 12 Bodyguards on the Street
The bustling mall crowd included admirers and photographers. Some couldn't resist snapping shots of the scene before them.
Noah, ever the enforcer, stepped forward, his tone cold. "Please do not take photos or videos without permission. This is an invasion of privacy."
Nathan smirked beside him. "Pretty girls can take pictures with me, but guys, forget it."
Among the cacophony, Mia furrowed her little brows and raised a chubby hand in a 'quiet' gesture. "Be quiet! You're disturbing Little Coco!" she scolded. Little Coco, oblivious to the chaos, slept soundly on Mia's shoulder, clinging tightly even as she moved around.
The children's mature behavior drew more exclamations from the crowd. Some mothers sighed, watching their kids lounging in strollers or picking their noses, and wondered why their own didn't possess such discipline.
Aware of the magnetic draw her charges had, Brenda quickly checked the tickets at the entrance and hurried the three children into the amusement park without further delay. Meanwhile, Sadie took a detour into a nearby clothing store, perusing the racks with an eye for quality.
She was checking the fabric composition of a blouse when the bustling mall suddenly went silent. Sadie glanced up to see a line of imposing bodyguards in black suits, their faces grave and ready for action.
"Wow, so handsome!" a young mother beside her whispered, her eyes sparkling. "Which big shot is here?"
"I heard it's the president of VIC Group," someone answered.
Sadie's curiosity piqued. Her heart skipped a beat as a man emerged, surrounded by bodyguards. Tall and striking in his black suit, he carried an air of command. There was something hauntingly familiar about him, stirring memories she couldn't quite place.
"Look, that's Micah!" a young girl squealed, pointing at him excitedly. "Even the bodyguards are handsome. Does their company hire based on looks?"
"No," a pretty young mother sighed, "My husband works there, and he's definitely not that handsome."
Laughter rippled through the crowd at her comment, but Sadie's focus was locked on Micah as he entered the restaurant opposite, his bodyguards setting up a perimeter at the entrance.
In the amusement park, Nathan felt a sudden urge to pee. Not wanting to interrupt Brenda, who was deep in conversation, he covered his little butt and darted to the restroom on his own.
Finishing up, he washed his hands and noticed a spot of blood on the floor. His curiosity piqued, and he bent down, touching the cold, sticky stain. "Did someone have a nosebleed?" he muttered, following the blood trail that led to a storage room with a half-open door.
The dim light and metallic smell of rust filled the room, making Nathan's heart race. Yet, he pressed on, drawn by a shadow at the room's corner. A man, dressed in black and covered in blood, leaned heavily against the wall. His face was ashen, strained in pain. At Nathan's approach, he weakly raised a knife but then relaxed when he saw a mere child.
"Get out!" the man rasped, his voice hoarse and weak. "This is not a place for you."
Nathan's eyes widened with concern. "What's wrong with you? Why are you bleeding so much? I can help you."
The man clutched a cloth to his wound, but blood seeped through regardless. Nathan rummaged in his pocket and produced a band-aid, offering it to the man with grave innocence. "I'll put a band-aid on you so you won't bleed anymore."
The man rolled his eyes in exasperation. A band-aid wasn't going to save him. Not even close.
Nathan suddenly remembered Sadie's advice about strangers. Retreating, he warned, "If you lose too much blood, you'll die. You need to see a doctor."
The man laughed bitterly, almost rolling his eyes again. Did the kid think he didn't know that?
As Nathan turned to leave, he bumped into Little Coco looking for him and a squad of men in black.
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