The boutique manager stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding as she watched Celine's guards struggle to regain control of their limbs. Their movements were sluggish, and uncoordinated, as if their bodies were still reeling from the unseen force that had rendered them helpless moments ago. But even in their disoriented state, they managed to haul Celine upright, her body trembling from a mixture of rage, humiliation, and pain.
Celine's whimpers echoed through the boutique as she clutched her sore wrist, her pride shattered beyond repair. Her eyes darted frantically toward her guards, seeking some semblance of control, but they refused to meet her gaze. Without another word, they turned toward the exit, moving with stiff, robotic precision. It took a few seconds for Celine to realize they were already leaving—and that her phone was still missing.
The boutique manager inhaled sharply and hurried after them. "Excuse me, please wait!" she called, rushing to their side.
