“Ma…manager Elaine,” the other guard stammered when he saw the pristine-looking woman who had just stepped out of the revolving doors of Royal Garbs.
Adrian effortlessly dragged the guard in his arm with him as he turned around.
The woman before him had a confident look, dressed in muted colours, a silver top and a black skirt. Her heeled shoes added a distinguished look to her, just as her coiffed hair did.
“Manager, we are about to stop this…thief from entering. You shouldn't concern yourself with petty thieves like him. We will handle it.”
Elaine Smith raised her brow at the scene before her.
“The situation you are handling has you in a headlock?”
The guard flushed red with embarrassment and tried to jerk out of Adrian's hold. “Let go of…”
No such luck. Adrian did not even break
