""""""""""""""" Zane Walked to the bed confidently and placed his hand on the man's chest again. Everyone stared. Dr. Henderson scoffed and folded his arms on his chest, expecting Zane's moment of humiliation. "Hmph! What is he doing? Magic performance?" He scoffed, shaking his head. '"Whatever magic you're doing, Zane. Make sure it work otherwise I'll kill you myself." Dr. Max promise muttering under his breath. Zane could hear every heartbeat in his ear, and the rush blood pulsing through the old man's veins. It was slower because of the parasite feasting the heart and weakening the it's work. Zane Channeled invisible energy into the man's body, killing the parasite disintegrating his heart and healing him the injury inside that none of them could see. The man coughed awake, mouthful of black blood splattering to the floor. The room gasped. Dr. Henderson's ugly vindictive grin spread across his face. "I told you...I told you he'll kill him!" His finger snapped

"""""""""Yes, Sir!!!" The enforcers chorused. They distributed in five groups and mounted the Black SUV that carried the custom Vanity plate of the Blackthorn family boldly embossed in gold letterings on black plates. The sound of the vehicles rumbled collectively across the night before they pull out of the Sterlings premise, veering to different directions.One vehicle pulled over with a loud screech at a Bar, Blackthorn's enforcers spilled out with practiced efficiency even before the SUV stopped completely. They poured into the Bar, people who recognized their badge stepped out from they way, whispering conversations at one another."Aren't those the Enforcers of the Blackthorn family? What are they doing here?" One man holding a bottle of vodka whispered to the next man at the entrance of the Bar."It doesn't look like they're here to joke." The second man responded, his eyes fixed on their receding figure as they walked into the Bar in groups. "Whoever they're looking for is

Sleek expensive fleets of Cars pulled over at the curb— five of them— Black, chrome accent gleaming under sunlight, irresistible for the eyes. Each of them carried customized plate numbers. SALVATORE, raised in gold foil.These are the kinds of Cars ordinary people would sweat for half a decade and still struggle to cover half the cost. Yet, five of those cars were outside the building of veloura Boutique, drawing passersby's attention without effort. Some people pulled out their phones to record the convoy, gasping and unable to look away from the clean Rides.The doors of the Cars swung open in sync. Several men dressed in impeccable black suits with black aviator glasses on their face stepped out of the car, scanning the engine place for the slightest threat. Their presence stirred whispers.Lastly, a man dressed in a sharp limited edition suit, white, Sharp, diamond Stones embroidered around the lapel stepped out. His Black loafers clicked the tarmac gently followed by his a silve

""""""Tara, you should head home." Zane said, stopping a taxi already."What..what about you? I can't leave you." Tara said, shaking her head firmly.Zane held her shoulder and stared into her eyes with assurance."You don't have to worry," he said firmly, "these men just want to talk. So, I'll give them the chance to. I promise you I'll be with you at home immediately I finish with them."There was still hesitation and fear in Tara's expression."Zane..no these men are dangerous.. there the Blackthorn family enforcers. They're not here to for discussions. They kill." "I'll handle them properly." He gently tugged her into the taxi and closed the door. The taxi pulled away immediately. Tara pressed her face to the door, staring at him till the car vanished into the distance.Zane turned to the men. He pulled a chair to the center and sat, leaning back with a relaxed posture and crossing his legs.The enforcers exchanged stunned glances.Demon Kane narrowed his eyes on him.Zane's voi

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