Celine glared at her before turning back to the manager with a mocking sneer. "You expect me to believe that she's somehow connected to Lyle Aelion?" She let out a derisive laugh. "How stupid are you? So this boutique doesn't just accept pathetic little nobodies, but also shameless liars?"
The manager remained composed, but a flicker of irritation crossed her features.
Celine, however, wasn't finished. She whirled around and marched toward Ephyra, her heels clicking against the marble floor with each angry step.
"And you—" she spat, her voice dripping with contempt, "how dare you even think of using Lyle Aelion's name to elevate yourself? Do you have any idea who he is?" Her eyes burned with rage as she leaned closer, voice lowering into a sharp whisper. "Men like him wouldn't even spare a glance at a disgrace like you."
