By noon, the owner of Le Châtain—Claude Devereaux, a man known for arrogance and a network of powerful allies—stormed into his own restaurant, his temper barely contained.“How could you idiots let this happen?” he barked, slamming his hand on the counter. “You insulted a man who can buy this entire block!”Celeste, pale and shaking, stood before him. “Sir, we… we didn’t know. He didn’t say who he was. He—he looked—”“Poor?” Claude finished, his voice dripping venom. “That’s the point, isn’t it? You never know who walks through those doors. And now he owns every bottle in my cellar!”The staff exchanged terrified glances.But Claude wasn’t done. “I want him found. Whoever this Javier Everhart thinks he is, he humiliated my establishment. No one does that without consequence.”“Sir,” the manager ventured hesitantly, “you don’t want to—”“I said find him!” Claude roared. “If he’s a businessman, he has rivals. Rivals who might want to see him fall.”And that was when the idea began to fe