"Excuse me, are you Miss Scott?"
Mr. Carter was trembling with fear, worried that any wrong words might displease the distinguished guests.
"Yes."
Nora Scott slightly raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on him as she put her phone back in her pocket.
"I'm sorry, we were too blind to recognize you at first glance. Please, please, come in."
Having confirmed, Mr. Carter quickly said a bunch of nice things, then pushed aside the security guards and slightly bowed, gesturing the three of them to enter.
His respectful attitude was as if he was venerating his ancestors.
The sudden scene successfully silenced the security guards and Lucy Windsor.
What just happened?
The other staff members accompanying them looked at these 'outsiders' with dissatisfaction, thinking about how much they'd be scolded by the old curator if they offended these three guests.
