Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd

Chapter6

*Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd*

“Nobody in their right mind will give you an Amex card. It's either of the two the person wants to see you humiliated or you stole it to show off because you can't afford to borrow.”

Benton refuting words only fueled her, she sneered and stepped forward her screechy voice raising deliberately to attract attention. “Let me remind you of who you are.”

Margret circled around Benton like a predator, her lips curled in disgust. She forwarded her shoe in front of him. “Remember how you add polish and clean my shoe, on your knees like the street dog you are?”

Benton held his jaw tight at her condescending talk and reminders of how shitty they treated him back then. Margery eyes suddenly lift up with cruel amusement, she dive into her purse and pull out five sleek dollar bills she waved them mockingly mid air at Benton.

“You have been chased out of our mansion. But I'm not cruel for old time's sake.” she enunciated the last sentence loudly for everyone to hear. “Why don't you go down on your knees right now and polish my shoe, that way I'd be generous enough to buy you food from this high end restaurant.” she gestured to her expensive heels. “I can see you're not with your brush, since they're a bit dusty from the walk and icy from the snow, use your sleeve like you used to. At least you'd be privileged to dine with elites,”

“For old times sake.” Margaret snickered with arrogance.

The onlookers gasped upon hearing that, Margaret held her head high still flashing the dollar bills at Benton while muttering. “The street dog has no pride, he wont take time before he collects the cash and forget about his fake identity.”

She pulled her hand into her purse this time she pulled out two extra notes and turned to the security with a soft charming look. “Maybe he can polish your shoe too. That's what this streetdog does for a living, the only skill he has actually, a leopard never changes its spots.”

“You should be over the moon that i'm offering to pay this huge amount.”

The guards exchanged uncomfortable glances, one of them was ready to do the bidding after all seven dollar bills were tempting enough.

“I was ready to let you inside at least give you the leniency for the restaurant to honour your reservation, but now I'm beyond pissed.”

This hits Margret nerve and she flares her nose angrily. “How dare you challenge me,” she cracked her neck at the security. “Don't just stand there and get this chicken face thrown out of my sight.”

The guards thought to themselves there would be consequences if Pendergast lost their esteemed customers to a beggar creating a scene. They charged forward with their fingers brushing his sleeves.

“Get out loser!” they yelled. “Disappear if you don't want a broken rib,”

“Stop.” a concerned voice cut through the crowd and the head of security came rushing out, nearly tripping over himself as he hurried. His face was pale with concern.

The head of security stands tall, his face a mix of panic masked with authority.

“Sorry Mr Benton, i was told to welcome you inside personally I didn't expect you'd…”

“Show up like this.” Margaret pivoted through, “you're making a huge mistake using honorifice with this pest.” her voice was full of scorn. “Do you even know who he is? He's a street beggar leeching off my family.”

She turned to Benton, pretending to be hurt and angry. “Head of security, if you don't order your security to get rid of this weed right now you will be making the mistake of losing an important client.”

The security, scared by the Margaret threat, charged forward buckling Brnton by the arm. The head of security expression darkened. “Enough!”

He commanded a cold, cold breeze jotting out of his mouth.

Before Margeret could react the security head turned to the two bouncers. Throw her out!”

“How dare you, you impotent fool! you're making the worst mistake of your life. I have a reservation, you have no right to throw me out, do you know you're up against a platinum member, withdrawing our support will not be enough, I will make sure you're destroyed..”

She turned to Benton, Benton still surprised by how the head of security was risking losing a big catch like Margeret over him. His throat ran dry.

“Don't think you've worn you merely beast, whatever lies you've told them wont work, you're still the same pathetic piece of s**t, my family can not stand.”

The head of security voice dropped, “old Charles of the Lloyd family and the manager are in the diamond suite holding a meeting, and you're causing a turmoil here.”

He paused then glanced at shocked Benton, his slacked jaws hardly closing.

“And you creating this disgraceful scene have not only disrupted our six star hotel but risked offending the most powerful family in this city. And you think we're bothered if your family terminates their membership cards?”

Her ears were struck with lightning. Followed by a suffocating silence. She didn't know much about the wealthy families but she knew that if the Pendergast six star hostel could afford losing them then the person must be a big catch and Tyson, her husband will figure out she ruined their membership with Pendergast, he would most definitely punish her.

The head of the security quickly presses his phone to his ears. “Escort her right out and if she resists, force her out, by all means throw her out.”

Margaret blinked rapidly, panic overtaking her. She wasn't ready to be humiliated alone.

"What about him?" she shrieked, pointing at Benton.

"If anyone deserves to be thrown out, it's this fraud! He's nothing but a liar!"

"Throw Mrs. Margaret out," the head of security repeated, his tone final. The guards grabbed her arms, their grips firm this time, no hesitation in their eyes.

The crowd parted, muttering under their breath, as Margaret was dragged toward the exit. Her heels skidded on the marble, her voice rising to a desperate wail. "You'll regret this! All of you! Benton, you're still the same pathetic piece of s**t my family scraped off our shoes!"

Benton stood still, his slacked jaw barely closing. The weight of her words lingered, but so did the quiet power he felt rising within him. She doesn't know me anymore, he thought, his heart steadying.

The head of security turned to him, bowing at a sharp ninety degrees. "You don't need to be surprised, Young Master. Arrogant women like her need to be taught a lesson. Old Charles is waiting in the Diamond Suite and sends his apology. Please, allow me to escort you inside."