Lucy unhappily asked the two bodyguards.
However, the two bodyguards looked at her as if she was a clown.
One of the bodyguards replied, “Why? Because Isabelle has the permission to do so. But you are different. You don’t have clearance. Besides, you’re just an employee of the janitorial department. The workers’ manual clearly stipulates that normal employees are prohibited from using the elevator. Have you forgotten about that?”
“I…” Lucy was speechless.
Of course, she remembered, but she was unwilling to concede defeat.
Why is it that normal employees cannot use the special elevator?
It was something that Lucy wanted to say. But she knew that those words would get her into trouble.
“Who are you?” Isabelle looked at Lucy, disgusted by her appearance.
Lucy turned her head and noticed the branded clothes on Isabelle. She then looked down at the janitor uniform that she was wearing. A strong sense of inferiority surged within her.
Ever since she left the village, she noticed that, unlike her, everybody in her age group dressed well.
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Isabelle yelled at Lucy impatiently, seeing that there was no response.
Lucy regained her senses and answered, “My name is Lucy. Lucy Rivers.”
“Lucy, right?” Isabelle narrowed her eyes.
Lucy nodded. “Yes.”
“Get your hands off me!” Isabelle stomped her foot.
At that moment, Lucy realized that she was still holding onto Isabelle’s hand. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
All she had wanted was to stop Isabelle from entering the elevator. And she did it subconsciously, out of desperation.
However, she had forgotten to let go after that.
Isabelle shook her hands. “Are you crazy? How dare you touch me with your filthy hands! Who knows if you’ve touched anything dirty before this.”
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