CHAPTER ELEVEN

Franklin rode his scooter to the largest boutique in Manchester which was primarily frequented by the upper class family.

Only a select few from the lower class were permitted to work there in roles such as cleaners, receptionists, or security officers.

The boutique bustled with people dressed in luxurious attire as they entered and exited the premises.

Franklin entered and asked, "Which way is the male section?"

The receptionist kindly informed him that it was on the fifth floor and directed him to the elevator on the left.

He acknowledged this and wondered why she was nice to him despite his outfit. If only other workers could be like her.

He walked away with his cart, heading towards the elevator while disregarding the curious looks he received.

Some of the workers at the desk couldn't help but comment on his appearance, with one exclaiming, "He is so attractive!"

Another expressed envy at the opportunity to interact with him, while a third admired his voice and likened him to a pri

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