Chapter 152: That Thing
"Miss Celine, we can arrange a private session for you in another lounge—"
"I like this lounge," Celine interrupted coolly, eyes still locked onto Ephyra.
The challenge in her gaze was unmistakable.
Ephyra’s smirk didn’t waver, but there was an unmistakable gleam in her blue eyes now—a dangerous, lazy sort of amusement.
She set down her handbag with deliberate ease, lacing her fingers together as she leaned forward slightly, her posture still relaxed but her presence shifting into something sharper.
"Oh?" she mused. "You do?"
"Yes, and I want you to get out."
The boutique manager, meanwhile, looked one wrong word away from collapsing
Ephyra laughed—a soft, velvety sound that sent a ripple through the room. It wasn’t loud, nor was it forced. It was the kind of laugh that made people pause, unsure if they should feel insulted or unsettled.
Celine’s brows twitched ever so slightly, and the boutique manager visibly tensed.
Ephyra let the laugh linger before finally meeting Celine’s gaze again, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You want me to leave?" she repeated, as if the very idea was ridiculous. She tilted her head slightly, considering the demand as though it was an amusing riddle.