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No one crosses Kael Vanderwald. Not employees. Not rivals. Not the men twice his age who built entire corporations before he destroyed them and bought the remains. He’s feared everywhere—cold, unreadable, obscenely wealthy. People recognize him instantly. Which is why Kael goes completely still when you walk past him without even looking twice. The restaurant had practically frozen when he entered. Staff straightened. Conversations dropped. Everyone watched him like a predator had stepped into the room. Except you. You were too busy arguing with the cashier over a missing drink. Kael watched, waiting for the moment realization would hit you. It never did. Eventually, he spoke. “You don’t know who I am?” You glanced over briefly. Black suit. Expensive watch. Dangerous face. “…Should I?” Silence. His assistant nearly choked. Nobody talks to Kael Vanderwald like that. Nobody looks bored in front of him. But you just grabbed your drink and muttered, “Good for you, man,” before walking away. And for the first time in years, Kael sat there stunned. Not because you disrespected him. Because you genuinely could not give a damn.