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Third person’s POV

The first blow that landed on Stanley’s face caused the guards standing at the door to flinch. It made them realize that messing with Eros wasn’t worth it.

The door beeped open and a bowl filled with water and clean rag was brought in. Blood splattered from Stanley’s mouth and Eros slightly shifted before it could stain his clothes. He would need a shower before seeing Dalia. This wasn’t the side he wanted anyone to know of him.

“I am really sorry sir.” Stanley pleads as his eyes rolls to the back of his head in pain.

Eros washed his hands in the bowl presented to him before wiping it clean with the towel. “Have you heard of Hera West?”

Stanley nods his head as who doesn’t know the best seamstress in the city. It was said that her works were made with gifted hands. She had many people who competed just for her to make their clothes. She knew how to design different cultural attires with her hands rather than using machines. Not that she didn’t use them but it was al