From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 149: A Disguise Disaster: Don’t Drop a Boob in Public

Chapter 149: A Disguise Disaster: Don’t Drop a Boob in Public

Micah moved through the crowd, heart pounding in his chest. His fingers clutched the strap of his bag tightly, and his eyes darted around, scanning for any place to hide.

He didn’t dare look back. The small gasp and complaining from behind showed the man was still following him like a maniac.

Micah quickened his pace, trying hard to put space between himself and the man tailing him. But his damn white wig was more like a glaring sign than a disguise now. It stood out too much. His stupid idea to go with the white wig... why hadn’t he at least used some black spray on it or something?

His breath hitched as he noticed the guests were glancing his way.

Micah’s mind raced. He needed to go somewhere that man could not follow. Like women’s restroom or something. His gaze browsed his surroundings, but he couldn’t find it. He cursed and walked toward the elevators.

When the crowd thinned, a voice called out behind him.

"Wait!"

Micah flinched.

"I want just to ask a question," the man added.

Micah didn’t slow down. Like hell, he was going to believe that. Just a question? After how intense the guy had been the last time? Micah was terrified this Alex Ford might go as far as torture him just to get information. From the text messages, it was evident that the man had developed some kind of obsession with him.

If he still looked like some random girl with no connection to himself, like that day at the Royal Hotel, he wouldn’t have minded chatting with the man for a bit. Maybe even teased him.

But this time was different. No one would believe that the same ordinary girl just happened to bump into the same man she once ’got stunt’ twice in under a month. It screamed it was staged.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

What if Alex Ford grabbed his arm and refused to let go? Demanded answers? What if Micah reacted on instinct and used a martial arts move to shake him off?

Then there was the more civilised version. What if Alex asked to see his identity card? What was he supposed to show? He wasn’t even a girl!

And if Alex Ford asked what he was doing here, he couldn’t exactly say "Oh, I came with Aidan Wilson," when he didn’t even know what the man looked like, let alone where he was!

Every possibility made him look suspicious or flat-out deceitful. He couldn’t risk getting caught.

He pushed forward even faster, slipping between two groups and chatting near the refreshment table. He ducked his head low, hoping he would be less noticeable.

"Miss! I just want to find him!" the voice called again, louder this time. "I am indebted to him!"

Micah winced. "Is he crazy? Why is he shouting in the crowd?" he muttered under his breath.

Heads were starting to turn. People nearby glanced between them, curious. A few eyebrows rose. Micah jolted, he felt they might call security any moment now. He dashed toward the elevators.

There were a few elevators, but none were near the 12th floor. Micah jogged past them, scanning for one, any one, that was about to open. His heart jumped when he saw a set of doors at the far end just starting to close.

"Hold the elevator!" Micah called out, raising his voice and adding a touch of girlish desperation.

He sprinted and squeezed through the narrowing gap. Just as the doors were about to shut completely, a man’s hand reached out and hit the button, forcing them open again.

Micah stumbled in with a relieved gasp, hair slightly messy and cheeks flushed. He spun around and hit the close button frantically.

The doors slid shut, just a second before Alex Ford reached them.

Micah sighed in relief, clutching his panting chest. "Thank you, sir..." he began, turning his head to face whoever had helped him. Then his voice died down.

Standing inside the elevator was Clyde. In casual clothes, staring right at him.

Micah’s breath caught in his throat. He swayed a little backward, one hand reaching out to steady himself against the wall. He was stunned. His mouth went dry, and his eyes widened in horror.

Clyde didn’t change his expression. "Are you alright, miss?"

Micah felt his soul left his body. Why was Clyde here too?! Ah... he also had seen him as Asena in that shady studio! What was with tonight?! He should have checked his horoscope before setting foot outside!

Micah swallowed hard. "I’m... alright," he stammered, his tone soft and girlish but a bit shaky.

Inside, he screamed. This was bad. This was so bad!

What if Clyde recognised him as Micah?! That would be... ahh! Somebody help him! Please!

Micah wailed inwardly.

Clyde looked away, calm as ever, as if nothing strange was happening.

Micah shifted sideways to put a little more space between them, hands fidgeting at the hem of his oversized coat. He just needed to get to the lobby and disappear into the crowd. That was it. A few more floors.

Then the elevator dinged and stopped.

Micah looked in horror at the sliding door. What if Alex Ford was right outside? What if he had caught up to them?!

Before his brain could decide what to do, Micah’s body moved on its own. He darted behind Clyde, hiding behind his taller frame.

Clyde blinked and glanced over his shoulder.

His eyes filled with amusement.

This was the normal hotel elevator, stopping at every floor.

"What’s going on?" Clyde whispered when two women chatted as stepped inside the elevator.

Micah peeked from behind Clyde’s arm. "Sorry..." he whispered. "Could you help me, sir..."

Clyde glanced down at him. "How?"

"Just let me hide behind you until we get to the lobby, please!" Micah said in his girly voice, tugging lightly at Clyde’s jacket.

The two women threw them curious looks. Clyde turned his back and made Micah completely blocked from the view of the two.

The two women giggled to each other quietly.

Micah flushed and tried to pretend he wasn’t there. The elevator stopped again a few floors down, and more people piled in. With some elevators reserved for the gala, the rest were packed with guests.

By the sixth floor, the space had grown tighter. Micah found himself squished between the wall and Clyde’s chest, barely able to move. He didn’t know where to look. The scent of sandalwood filled his nose, subtle but distinct, it was Clyde. He couldn’t even take a full breath without inhaling it. It wrapped around him like a net.

Clyde placed both his hands on the wall beside Micah’s head, careful not to press into him. But the space was tight. People kept shifting and brushing past.

Clyde used this opportunity and stared at Micah in the girl’s disguise. He had to admit that Micah had done a remarkable job. The makeup, the wig, and even the chest... Everything looked natural. Convincing.

But then, someone behind them gave a rough shove, trying to squeeze past. Clyde, distracted, was caught off guard and bumped into Micah.

He froze.

Something spongy and soft cushioned the impact. Clyde raised an eyebrow when he saw Micah’s whole face turned pink.

He calmly and slowly leaned back, pretending not to notice anything unusual.

Micah stared at the floor, too humiliated to even glance up.

Finally, the elevator reached the lobby.

The doors opened and people got off slowly.

Clyde stepped aside, giving Micah room to go.

But Micah didn’t move. His body was tense, and a weird expression crept over his face.

"What is it?" Clyde asked.

Micah clutched Clyde’s jacket. "I can’t go out... what if the man chasing me is outside..."

He mumbled.

Micah’s brain was short-circuiting. After all that running, slipping through crowds, and getting chased, his breast pads had already started to shift. He could feel it becoming loose. Now with Clyde crashing into him, Micah felt it snap loose completely at the back.

He stiffened.

If he moved too fast now, the breast pads might slip all the way down to his stomach. Just the thought made him break into a cold sweat.

Of course, if he could have just walked out calmly, he might have just tightened the oversized coat and gotten away unnoticed. But if there was a struggle, one tug, and everything would be exposed.

Clyde studied Micah’s expression for a second. Then without a word of objection, he reached out and pressed the button for a higher floor, letting the elevator rise again.

Micah let out a shaky breath, hiding behind him again.

Clyde stood steady, shielding him without question.

Micah kept his head down. His cheeks still burned. His disguise was falling apart. Right in front of Clyde, of all people.

He pressed his lips together, trying to stay calm. Why did it always have to be Clyde? Every time he found himself in a dire situation, Clyde would show up out of nowhere and help him, no questions asked.

It was almost ridiculous.

He had even started to wonder... maybe Clyde was turning into his guardian angel...