Damien strode through the dimly lit nightclub, the thudding bass of the music resonating in the air as Ye Fan walked closely at his side.
They made their way toward the exclusive VIP area, where velvet ropes and imposing bouncers stood guard at the entrance. Behind them, Natasha walked with a careful, measured pace, her sharp eyes silently scrutinizing everything in their vicinity, particularly focused on Damien.
Feeling Natasha's presence almost breathing down his neck, Ye Fan couldn't suppress the urge to glance back.
Irritation flashed across his face as he spotted her following them, an unwelcome shadow in their midst.
"What the hell are you following us for?" Ye Fan spat, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice. His annoyance was palpable.
