Chapter 7: Fake Fashion Dress
Author: Twaha
last update2026-10-31 05:43:08

The grand exhibition hall of the Shanghai International Convention Center was transformed into a glittering sea of high fashion and corporate influence. Flashbulbs strobed continuously as models walked the central runway, showcasing the autumn collection of Vance & Coop Creation—the single largest luxury fashion house in Asia.

Every seat in the front row was reserved for fashion editors, billionaire socialites, and international celebrities. The brand was legendary, renowned for hand-stitched silk gowns crafted with proprietary gold-thread embroidery techniques that could never be replicated by third-party manufacturers.

Liam Coop stood quietly near the entrance of the VIP private lounge behind the runway, holding a tray of polished crystal glasses filled with sparkling water. He wore his crisp, tailored navy server vest, his posture straight and unbothered as he carried out his duties for the evening.

What none of the attending fashion icons realized was that Vance & Coop Creation was a core subsidiary of the Coop Family Trust, founded by his late father, Peter Coop. The entire fashion empire—from the silk plantations in the south to the flagship boutiques in Paris, Milan, and Shanghai—was registered under Liam's legal trust.

Near the edge of the media wall, Linda Vance posed for photographers, turning back and forth to show off her striking, midnight-blue silk evening dress. The gown featured intricate gold floral embroidery along the hem and a plunging neckline that drew admiring glances from passing attendees.

Standing beside her were Kevin Zhang and Sarah, both beaming with inflated pride.

"You look like an absolute movie star, Linda!" Sarah gushed, snapping dozens of photos on her phone. "That gold thread is unmistakable! Is that really an authentic piece from Vance & Coop Creation's private boutique line?"

Linda held her chin high, flashing a dazzling smile for the cameras as she smoothed down the fabric over her hip.

"Of course it is," Linda bragged loudly, her voice easily carrying over the background jazz music. "Kevin used his family's corporate connections to secure this piece directly from an internal distributor. It costs over three hundred thousand yuan! Only five pieces were made in the entire country!"

Kevin puffed out his chest, resting his hand casually on Linda's waist. "A high-class woman deserves high-class clothing. My father's firm deals with top-tier suppliers. Getting a dress like this for Linda is child's play for my family."

As Linda turned to strike another pose, her eyes caught sight of Liam standing by the lounge entrance with his silver tray.

Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, her stomach twisting into that familiar, uncomfortable knot. The memory of Mr. Harrison presenting Liam with that gold folder at the McLaren showcase yesterday still haunted her thoughts. But seeing Liam in his simple waiter uniform once again quickly reignited her deep, arrogant superiority.

"Look who's serving drinks at Fashion Week," Linda sneered, pulling Kevin by the arm as she marched straight toward the lounge entrance.

Sarah followed closely behind, snickering loudly. "He really gets around! From the hotel ballroom to the supercar expo, and now sweeping dust at a fashion show!"

Linda stopped directly in front of Liam, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder and smoothing the gold embroidery on her hip.

"Take a good look, Liam," Linda said, her voice laced with heavy, mocking condescension. "This dress costs more than your entire family earns in ten years. When we were together, you couldn't even buy me a hundred-yuan outfit from a street market. Now look at me—standing in Vance & Coop Creation's finest silk while you carry glasses for guests who can actually afford to breathe in this room!"

Liam looked down at the gold embroidery along her hemline, his sharp eyes noticing the microscopic unevenness in the thread weave within a single glance. Having grown up studying his father's private collection, he knew the exact molecular weight and weave pattern of genuine Coop silk.

"The fabric is stiff, Linda," Liam said quietly, his voice calm and completely unbothered. "The gold thread lacks the proper metallic sheen, and the seam alignment on the left waist is off by three millimeters. It's a counterfeit."

Linda’s face flushed bright red with sudden, boiling fury. "Counterfeit?! How dare a penniless waiter insult my dress! You don't know the first thing about luxury fashion! You're just jealous because Kevin can buy me what you could only dream of!"

"He's right, you know," a cold, sharp voice interrupted from behind them.

The crowd near the VIP lounge fell into a sudden, rigid silence.

Walking out from the private executive suite was Madam Clara—the legendary Chief Executive Officer and Head Creative Director of Vance & Coop Creation. She was an imposing woman in her late fifties, wearing an immaculate black suit with a gold-leaf lapel, flanked by four senior brand auditors and security detail.

Kevin’s eyes lit up instantly. Recognizing the single most powerful figure in the Asian fashion industry, he quickly stepped forward with a wide, respectful smile, extending his hand.

"Madam Clara!" Kevin said loudly, bowing at forty-five degrees. "It is an absolute honor! I am Kevin Zhang of Hengtai Construction! My family purchased this exquisite evening dress for my girlfriend directly through your—"

Madam Clara didn't even look at Kevin's outstretched hand. She walked right past him, her sharp, experienced eyes locking onto the hemline of Linda’s dress.

Madam Clara stopped two feet from Linda, her face darkening into a mask of pure, unadulterated disgust.

"Where did you get that garment?" Madam Clara demanded, her voice cutting through the hall like a razor blade.

Linda blinked, caught off guard, but quickly tried to maintain her smile. "M-Madam Clara... my boyfriend bought it from an internal distributor! It's an authentic Vance & Coop Creation piece worth three hundred thousand yuan—"

"Silence!" Madam Clara snapped, her voice echoing across the silent hall. She turned to her chief auditor with a look of lethal fury. "This is a cheap, illegal knockoff made from synthetic polyester and painted brass wire! Vance & Coop Creation never uses synthetic dyes or machine-pressed seams! You have brought a foul counterfeit into my official runway venue and dared to tarnish our house name!"

The surrounding fashion editors and reporters gasped, instantly turning their camera lenses toward Linda and snapping photos at lightspeed.

Linda’s face drained of every drop of color. She stood frozen, feeling as if she had been stripped naked in front of the entire world.

Sarah gasped, stepping back two paces to distance herself, while Kevin stood paralyzed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"M-Madam Clara!" Kevin stammered, sweating profusely. "There must be a mistake! The distributor promised my father—"

"Security!" Madam Clara commanded coldly, raising her hand. "Escort these pretenders out of the convention center immediately! Blacklist their names from every official fashion showcase across the country!"

Two massive, suited security officers stepped forward, forcefully grabbing Kevin and Linda by their arms to lead them away.

"Wait!" Linda cried out in utter humiliation, tears of shame welling in her eyes as the crowd pointed and laughed. "Please! Don't throw me out!"

Liam stood by the lounge door, watching the chaotic scene unfold. Though Linda had insulted him relentlessly for three years, he knew that if she were thrown out in front of the national media, the public scandal would ruin her family's small business before his father's ninety-six-humiliation timeline was complete.

Liam stepped forward silently, catching Madam Clara’s eye.

Liam lowered his gaze, gave a very subtle, almost imperceptible shake of his head toward Madam Clara, and gave a tiny downward gesture with his fingers—a silent command from the hidden master: Let them go with a warning.

Madam Clara’s heart skipped a beat. She recognized Liam’s face instantly from the private family portfolio handed down by Chairman Peter Coop before his passing.

Madam Clara froze in her tracks, her hand trembling slightly as she immediately raised it to halt the security guards.

"Stop," Madam Clara commanded, her voice tight as she forced herself to obey the hidden young master's quiet gesture. She looked at Linda with cold disdain. "On second thought... I will not waste my security's time on low-class fraudsters. Take off the counterfeit lapel pin, leave the hall, and do not let me see your face in this venue again."

The security guards released their grip.

Linda stumbled back, clutching her arm, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Madam Clara in total confusion. Why had the terrifying CEO of Asia's largest fashion house suddenly changed her mind after glancing toward the waiter?

Linda turned her tear-filled eyes toward Liam. He stood quietly holding his silver tray, his face calm, serene, and unreadable.

Did Liam just save her from total public ruin? Or was her mind playing tricks on her in the middle of her deepest nightmare?

What terrifying revelation awaits Kevin and Linda when they attend tomorrow's real estate expo, unaware that Liam holds the title deeds to seventy percent of the city's commercial land?

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