Two years of patience, two years of everyone placing him at the bottom while he watches people who came barely two weeks promoted for improvement at the Elite department.Golden thread academy is a top fashion academy in the city, the second best, or rather, the biggest competitor of Royal stitch. But that was in the past. Royal stitch lost its place in the fashion world a long time ago, leaving Golden thread at the top of the trend, a place where a single cloth piece is traded for fortune— fortune that could replace Rowan's entire life in ten folds.Rowan had been at the Starter class for two years despite his hard work, a place meant for the Rookies and those who had failed and failed.In his Gold Academy uniform, he stepped into the classroom but the voice of the mentor stopped him at the door."Are you for the class?" Mentor Kai toned in his twisted Chinese accent, perching down his full-rimmed glasses on his nose like he was second guessing a failed experiment.The class, full of

Two years of patience, two years of everyone placing him at the bottom while he watches people who came barely two weeks promoted for improvement at the Elite department.Golden thread academy is a top fashion academy in the city, the second best, or rather, the biggest competitor of Royal stitch. But that was in the past. Royal stitch lost its place in the fashion world a long time ago, leaving Golden thread at the top of the trend, a place where a single cloth piece is traded for fortune— fortune that could replace Rowan's entire life in ten folds.Rowan had been at the Starter class for two years despite his hard work, a place meant for the Rookies and those who had failed and failed.In his Gold Academy uniform, he stepped into the classroom but the voice of the mentor stopped him at the door."Are you for the class?" Mentor Kai toned in his twisted Chinese accent, perching down his full-rimmed glasses on his nose like he was second guessing a failed experiment.The class, full of

*********************"Burn it!!" Mr. Grant tossed the suit to one of the Securities."Yes, Sir." The security moved immediately to carry out the instruction.Rowan's heart twisted."No..no.." He struggled to break from the other security's grip, but he was overpowered. "please don't do this...Sir..""Take him away," Mr. Grant sneered, "he's causing a nuisance in the hall already." He dusted his palm, like the sample had left maggot on his palm. He turned, walking out.The security's grip tightened on Rowan to throw him out of the hall. Rowan's scream became louder and desperate, his struggles restraining against the security push."P— please, sir. Please don't burn the cloth.."A kid in an expensive suit, maybe eight or ten years, laughed like he was watching an anime character on display, one woman intentionally lounged on a pew, swirling champagne like she was getting the best entertainment in a long time."Move now, or I'll drag you out!" The security threatened.But Rowan didn't

Rowan let out a bitter laugh that cut through the night."Is this some kind of movie," he said, "and how do you even find me. No one has ever cared about my existence..but you.. you walked into a dump to offer me half your wealth?" "That's one ridiculous joke. The joke of the century it is." He chuckled. "Who are you... exactly?" Silence followed the question. Tree branches whipped aggressively in the distance, carried into everyone's hearing.The woman put a simple smile on her face and straightened up. Not a single rumple flawed her velvet gown.She stretched out a hand for Rowan to grab."Boss.." one of her guards, the nearest one wanted to protest, but she simply waved at him back.The woman let out a warm smile. "You can call me Joyce, CEO of Royal stitches." She said with a knowing smile.Rowan paused, his gaze intensive now. "Royal Stitches?" He repeated thoughtfully.Royal Stitches.That name toll a bell.His eyes lightened up in recognition.Rowan was one, out of the Sixty

Two securities with no damn sign of drowsiness in their eyes flanked both sides of the entrance like statues."Good evening, Sir," one of them stepped forward one step. "Access card, Sir."Rowan looks confused. "Access card?" He repeated with a creased brow. "I have no idea i needed something like that before I can pass.""Then you're a new customer, Sir." he said, giving out a welcome smile. "You're welcome to Velvet Crest, Sir." "Thank you." Ethan nodded with a smile."Please you'll give me just a few seconds to get you the access card, Sir." He said politely. Rowan nodded gently, stepping to the side. "Alright."The security reached out and tapped a button on a smart machine on a wall. The rectangular screen displayed some letters; 'printing access card' and humming through the process.Immediately the screen blinked green light, a smart slipped out from the machine. The whole process didn't take up to five seconds."Here, Sir." The security gave a gentle bow."Thanks." Rowan co