Rina, Karen, and Dila were still standing outside, tangled in a frustrating argument with the police officers who refused to let them in.
That was until a sudden commotion drew everyone's attention.
A procession of people arrived—each step of their approach exuded an overwhelming, suffocating authority.
The three girls and all the officers present instantly froze, their words caught in their throats, their expressions tightening under the heavy aura those figures carried.
Leading the group was a graceful woman whose every movement demanded respect. Without even glancing at those around her, she advanced directly toward the lobby, her entourage following closely behind.
"That's... her," Dila muttered, her tone trembling in disbelief.
"Why... why are they here?" Rina whispered, her brows furrowing.
Karen's mouth hung open; she recognized them too, yet her mind went blank, unsure of how to even react.
