“Hello, ma'am! You can go in without an invitation!" One of the muscled chest men said with his baritone voice.
“Invitation? Oh! I was given one by someone living here!” I said, hand over the card to him. He looked briefly at the exclusive card, then turned to look at me as if determining if I am worthy of being given such an invitation.
“Excuse me, please!” He then stepped aside to make a call using the walker-talking phone. I saw him nodding his head to whatever the receiver was saying, then he walked back to us.
“I am deeply sorry for the troubles ma'am! Please, you can go in!” He said, and the gate made a loud sound before opening slowly.
Zooming off, I was struck by the beauty of the housing design as we moved by. Well, it seemed the entire estate was owned by just one person.
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