Alder Locke pushed open the door to a room as they walked past after exiting the elevator, said to the two women inside, "She's all yours," and then pushed Titus Zane inside.
"Aunt..." Titus Zane turned around, but Alder Locke had already closed the door.
"Miss, please follow us." The two women, one on each side, stood beside Titus Zane and gestured politely for her to follow.
"Who are you?" Titus Zane frowned, the cotton coat draped over her arm.
One of the women smiled slightly, "We are professional makeup artists, miss. Please rest assured, we will definitely bring out your most beautiful side."
"Thank you, I don't need makeup." Clutching the cotton coat, Titus Zane tried to turn around and leave, but the two women exchanged glances and held her back from both sides.
"Miss, please understand our difficulties. If you don't cooperate, we won't get paid a dime."
Titus Zane stopped in her tracks, looking at the two skeptically, "Does everyone attending the banquet need makeup?"
