The driver arrived at the destination.
Laila got down, paid the driver, and walked into the supermarket. She made her way toward Mr. Gauche's stall, where she met him attending to loads of noble customers.
Mr. Guache turned his head, glancing at her.
"B-bonjour!" Laila said in a frightened tone.
Mr. Gauche fluttered his eyes. Of course, he recalls her. Her behavior alone was enough.
"What brings you here, frightened lady?" Mr. Guache asked.
Laila nervously smiled at the mocking name. She cleared her throat and shoved her hand into her bag, bringing out a pass.
The moment the crowd saw the royal pass, their eyes widened. Those who were about to latch out at Mr. Gauche for immediately leaving them to attend to a tardy latter swallowed their words and stepped back.
Mr. Guache pinched between his brows as he shook his head. "Frightened lady, you do not have to show me a royal pass. I know who you are."
