"We live here," Justin said from the back of the taxi.
The guard's eyes narrowed. "You live here? I know almost all the people living here. How come I've never seen you before?"
Another guard sneered, "Plenty of people come around claiming to live here every day. Which villa do you live in? Show us your key."
Having worked at the Saint Maria Villas for many years, they were familiar with nearly everyone who owned a villa there. Even if they couldn't recognize someone immediately, they would find him familiar. Yet, they had never seen the man before them. Besides, he was dressed like a beggar. They found it hard to believe he could actually be an owner in this upscale villa area.
At that moment, Justin pulled out a key and said, "Villa No. 1. Thank you."
The guards' eyes widened. They
