SUPREME STYLIST: RETURN OF THE HUMILIATED GENIUS

Chapter 0011: Power breaks blood

Whispers spread across the lobby, each comment carrying surprise, all eyes piercing on the young man who had just walked in, his dressing completely out of place among the expensive suits and flamboyant gowns, and yet he spoke with the guts of someone who owned the whole land.

Who's the boss really?

"I expect you to be on your knee now, crawling at my feet like a good kid maybe I'll have that mercy you spoke about on you. Because once my brother, the manager of the whole hotel is here, your life is done!"

She spoke with the entitlement of a spoilt baby sister.

"You'll spend some good time in prison.." Her lips curled in mock amusement, "...and maybe you'll have your first child there too, because you just take on his baby sister to mess with."

Rowan didn't speak. He kept glancing at his old wrist watch like a bomber expecting the detonation of a hidden bomb.

"Five minutes." He mumbled.

The receptionist poked finger at his chest, jeering as Rowan's silence made her look like a fool. "You can't speak now, huh," she laughed. "Cat got your tongue?"

Rowan didn't breathe any words any more. His expression was calm and unreadable.

"If you had been a good kid the moment you walked in, I could have given you a reasonable space. Fitting space for people like you....janitor. Only then will you finally have the opportunity to step into one of those rooms." She said mockingly, expecting Rowan to bite, but Rowan didn't give any reaction, and that further propelled her.

Some good staff members tried to caution her, but she wasn't listening.

Her finger nail jabbed at Rowan's chest.

"You dumb now, Huh?"

She grabbed the Access card from the desk and snapped it in two pieces, dumping the remnant on his chest.

Her lips curled in disdain. "Those securities who sneaked you inside here are getting fire....."

"What the heck is going on here?!" A man in an otherwise white impeccable suit struggled through an elevator door before it even parted completely. He stumbled down the flight stairs, nearly tripping, but he didn't stop to catch a single breath. He ran inside the lobby, his expression panic stricken like someone who was chased out by a ghost.

His expensive suit blotted with spilled caffeine, the button was left undone, flapping violently in the air. The man rushed inside with just stockings on his feet. He had left his expensive loafers back in his office as though a ghost was actually after his life.

The manager of Velvet crest. Mr. Henderson.

The unusual smudged appearance in which the manager appeared dropped the jaws of the workers and patrons.

"Is the manager mad now?" Someone muttered in shock.

Ms. Valeria turned, her expression blooming in cruel satisfaction.

"You're dead. Gone." She gloated, snapping finger at Rowan. She rushed forward to meet Mr. Henderson, the manager, his brother. Her finger snapped at Rowan again. To crucify him. "This is the kid who was....."

She didn't complete her words. She couldn't.

A thunderous slap slammed her face, echoing off the four walls of the lobby.

PARR!!

She stumbled back, her heel skidding, stretching scratch on the marble. She was very close to the floor, but she was lucky...just lucky to grab the counter edge for balance.

Gasps rippled in waves.

Some patrons and staff clapped their palm over their mouth in horror. The excitement in the air was replaced with shock, confusion and rising dread.

Her face paled, pressing palm against her burning face, her expression expressing ridiculous shock.

Silence fell over the hall at once.

Mr. Henderson loomed over her, his chest rising and falling hard in ragged breaths. Sweats dripped down his collars, sticking the shirt material to his body.

"What the fuck have you done!! Who the heck did you mess with?!!" He roared, his voice trembling in anger....and sheer panic.

Ms. Valeria looked up, blinking in shock. Her brother, who had never raised a voice at her had just not only struck her in the face, but yelled at her for some reason she couldn't comprehend. And at that moment, she knew something had seriously gone south. "Bro...you slappe..."

"Shut the fuck up and tell me who the fuck you denied entry!!" He cut her off.

Tears stung in her eyes, her whole bravado crumbling instantly. She wasn't only mentally breaking down but also physically shaking, seeing his brother's eyes darkened in unusual rage.

Remotely, she turned to look at the guy she called a silly boy...Rowan. He just stood there, eerily calm, watching the whole spectacle in quiet amusement.

Ms. Valeria wanted to believe it— that she had actually offended someone, but when she looked at Rowan again. His plain uniform, his contrasting presence, and his young age....she shook her head,

and pointed a finger at him. "He's..the one.. he's not meant to be here....he's one of those kids who plays silly...are you reprimanding me because i shouldn't have to involve you." Her voice grew confident. "I should have handled him myself and thrown him ou.."

"You're stupid..you..you don't know who he is." Mr. Henderson cut him off, his voice practically cracking with fear.

To everyone's shock, the manager crumbled at Rowan's feet. His knee struck the marble with a dull thud, a sickening crack following. But he didn't care.

His hands clasped together in the front, blabbering apologetic broken clauses. "Mr. Rowan.. please forgive her..she's young..she's stupid... she didn't know who you are. Please..she's my sister. I put her behind those desks to see if she'll be useful..."

Gasps rippled across the hall.

"Brother...." Ms. Valeria choked on her words, her face paled, also burning with embarrassment. "What..what are you doing?!!!"

Her fingers reached out fast to pull him. Another slap, louder than the first, thundered on her face.

"You piece of shit.." Mr. Henderson screeched. "I'm trying to save your life...your career here."