“Don’t waste my time,” Adrian said coldly, crossing his arms.
He had brought his fiancée, Emma, to the small tailor shop only because her father insisted. The place looked old-fashioned, and the elderly tailor’s hands trembled slightly as he examined Adrian’s expensive suit.
Then another older man entered the shop.
The moment he saw the jacket lining, his face changed.
“Where did you get this?” he asked.
Adrian smirked. “Paris. Custom-made. It cost more than this entire shop.”
The tailor said nothing. He carefully opened the inner lining and revealed a tiny black label stitched beneath the pocket.
Emma stepped closer.
Her father suddenly went pale.
“That symbol…” he whispered. “I haven’t seen it in thirty years.”
The elderly tailor looked directly at Adrian.
“This suit was never made for you.”
The room fell silent.
Adrian’s smile disappeared.
The old man then revealed that the hidden label belonged to a legendary private collection created for only seven powerful families—and one of those suits had vanished after a mysterious betrayal decades earlier.
Emma stared at her fiancé.
“Adrian… where did you really get it?”
He didn’t answer.
Then the tailor reached deeper into the lining and pulled out a folded piece of paper that had been sewn inside the jacket.
On it was a name.
Emma’s father read it—and nearly collapsed.
Because the name belonged to a man everyone believed had been dead for twenty-five years.
And Adrian knew exactly who he was.
