He gave a small smirk, sharp and warning, but Cyruz just rolled his eyes, not taking it seriously.
"Hey! Who are you, entering my estate without permission?" he said, puffing up like he owned the place.
His eyes narrowed at Tiana, who still hadn't said a word. "What, you ugly or something? Hiding your face behind a fan?" Cyruz mocked, laughing with his friends. "You really suit each oth—"
He reached forward with one hand, aiming to push the fan away or maybe her shoulder—whatever it was, he didn't get the chance.
In a blink, Sylfia stepped in, her hand grabbing Cyruz's wrist in a fluid motion. Before anyone could react, she shifted her weight and executed a flawless throw—flipping him mid-air and slamming him down on the polished floor with a thud that made even the walls seem to pause.
"Urgh—!" Cyruz groaned, stunned, sprawled on his back with his hand twisted and pinned by Sylfia's grip.
His friends froze, wide-eyed.
