After the commotion settled down, the rest of the club slipped back into laughter and music. People raised their glasses again, pretending nothing had happened.
From his corner, Mark's eyes followed Kael. He noticed the young waiter quietly making his way toward the washroom. Without a second thought, Mark stood and followed.
Inside, Kael was at the sink, washing his hands. The sharp voice behind him broke the silence.
"Ohhh… people like you should know their place," Mark said coldly. "Never try to look at things beyond your worth."
Kael turned, confused. His brows furrowed.
Seeing his puzzled face, Mark rolled his eyes.
"Didn't you hear me I said people like you don't need to pretend innocence. I know exactly what type you are."
Kael froze for a moment then his expression hardened.
"Sir, do I even know you? What exactly do you mean.And what dream do you think I'm chasing "
Mark smirked bitterly.
"Oh, please. I've seen plenty of your kind low-class people who would do anything for money and status. Sell their bodies, seduce rich men.
Kael's fists tightened, his voice sharp.
"Watch your tongue, sir. I'm not that kind of man. If you call me that again, you'll regret it."
Mark only laughed darkly, then shoved him hard. Kael crashed to the floor, breath catching. Mark leaned down eyes cold.
"This is your last warning Stay away from Eren, or I'll ruin you so badly you won't even dare to dream again."
Kael's lips trembled, his face pale. He muttered, almost pleading, "There's nothing between me and Eren. I don't even know him."
Mark straightened, satisfied.
"Good. And it better stay that way."
With that, he walked out of the washroom.
For a moment, Kael stayed on the floor, his body trembling. Tears gathered in his eyes—but as they slid down his cheeks something shifted. His lips slowly curved, not into sorrow, but into a twisted smile. A dark, almost sinister glint flickered in his eyes.
He whispered under his breath, voice low and chilling:
"Let's see… who ruins whose life."