From the outside, it was difficult to believe that such a lowborn place was the birthplace of Musx, a
revered and renowned international brand of musical instruments.
Stella wasn’t sure if it was psychological, but as she came in, everything around her seemed so
sacred.
From the outside, nothing looked unusual. The building materials were half wood and half cement,
devoid of any sense of design. Undoubtedly, it looked a bit nondescript. As they walked through the
gate, they saw a few apprentices grinding wood in the yard. Musx’s founder was now an elderly man
with a peculiar temper. He accepted apprentices, but he had strict standards, requiring them to
complete all of the steps without the assistance of others. So, when anyone entered, their eyes would
be feasted on the sight of an army of apprentices doing laborious work The minute Weston and Stella
walked in, a woman in a dress came to welcome them.
“Mr. Ford, Mr. Kennedy is resting inside. Please follow me.”
She was an older woman, but she maintained her appearance well. Dressed in a white gown that
accentuated her hourglass figure, her outfit featured a lotus on the hem, which was adorned with cyan
silk thread that looked delicate and elegant. Stella couldn’t help but took a couple more looks at it.
Weston didn’t really care about it but seeing that Stella was looking at it so fascinatingly, he held her
chin and asked, “How are you looking at a woman so seriously?”
“So, you mean that it’s fine if I look at men?” she subconsciously rebutted him.
His face darkened instantly. “Don’t even think about it.”
His possessiveness was excessive. He was right to oppose her gazing at males, but it seemed the
crime of looking at women was just as severe.
He was especially irritated when Stella was completely focused on another person. Weston couldn’t
understand why he was feeling like that. Stella would only affect him when she was around him, but
never had he once thought of letting her go.
The woman saw that Stella was interested in her dress and smiled gently at her. “Mr. Kennedy has
been interested in dresses lately. He’s even learning how to make them. This is one of his creations
while he was practicing.”
“But it’s so beautiful!” Stella gasped in awe. “Mr. Kennedy is just playing around. He can’t compete
against the professionals.” The woman seemed to know a lot about Mr. Kennedy, and her remarks
were filled with
reverence for him. But it wasn’t mindless devotion, and there was even a hint of helplessness. “He’s
usually like this. His orders from last year have piled up until today. Customers would’ve been pushing
him if it weren’t for his image! He has an odd temperament in that he dislikes being pushed, and
procrastinates a lot. He’ll be learning how to make leather bags one minute, then outfits the next. He
simply can’t focus on what’s necessary.” Stella laughed when she heard this.
She hadn’t thought that Mr. Kennedy had reached the stage where he was willing to humble himself
and learn new things from other experts.
Although he was a little weird and caused lots of headaches to the customers, his attitude was the
same as a young person’s. “Those who do art have that little thing that gives people headaches.” The
woman shook her head helplessly.
She brought the two of them into the hall, pulled open the curtain and Stella could smell the scent of
sandalwood.
It was a very special soothing scent.
Stella had been to temples before, and it smelt similar, although not exactly the same.
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