Their hair was a disheveled mess, making it apparent that they hadn't washed in days. Their clothes were even worse, stained and filthy, hardly distinguishable from a beggar on the street.
At such a high-end banquet, the sudden appearance of two beggars was no wonder the wealthy lady couldn't help but scream out for the security guard.
Perhaps the lady's voice was too loud.
Startled by the commotion, the two beggars regained their senses, one of them, sounding like a woman, pleaded in a low voice, "Please don't call the security guard! Please don't call the security guard! I beg you, someone is chasing us outside, we just need to hide for a moment, we'll leave right away."
"Yes, yes! We're willing to hide in the restroom, just give us a restroom, and we won't disturb you!" the other 'beggar' immediately added, desperately begging.
Juliet Jordan's heart was ashen. With so many eyes on her, she felt as exposed as if she had been stripped naked, utterly disheveled.
