Caroline Edwin looked at the others, "Can you stay here?"
Although it seemed like a question, her tone was firm and not questioning.
Piers Newman and the others nodded vigorously, fearing that if they hesitated, they would lose their chance for accommodation.
"Thank you," both Clifford Cecil and Gracia Euphemia expressed their gratitude.
They stood side by side, the man tall and handsome while the woman petite but not appearing weak, her demeanor exuding the unique natural elegance of an aristocratic lady.
Despite their simple and unbranded clothes, they didn't invite any condescension from others.
Blake Fuller's eyes turned serious, "Caroline has a special identity, please keep tonight's events a secret."
He emitted a chilly aura, as if they would not be discussing accommodation if everyone didn't agree to keep their mouths shut.
