Terrius, whose head spun after hearing Etienne's voice, quickly came forward. His expression softened at the sight of Etienne. Without thinking, he stepped closer, intending to check on his condition.
The guy looked terrible. His breathing became uneven, his cheeks unnaturally flushed, and beads of perspiration clung to his forehead despite the cool evening breeze drifting through the open lobby.
"Etienne—"
The moment Terrius closed the distance, two bodyguards swiftly moved in front of him. Their movements were practiced and synchronized, their broad shoulders forming an impenetrable wall between Etienne and the Seekers. Their eyes remained courteous, yet every muscle in their bodies was tense, prepared to intervene at the slightest suspicious movement.
"I'm sorry, sir," one of them said firmly. "Please keep your distance."
