He started walking toward it, only for Kaalan to quickly step in front of the driver-side door.
"Boss, I'll drive. You sit in the back."
Rex blinked, puzzled. "I can drive. I mean, I got here, didn't I?"
Victor and Kaalan exchanged glances, then shook their heads almost in perfect sync.
"That's exactly the problem," Victor muttered. "The way you stopped your last car? That was less 'driving' and more 'vehicular parkour.'"
"Hey! That was skill!" Rex argued, feigning indignation.
"That was death with flair," Victor replied dryly.
Kaalan nodded solemnly. "Let me handle this, Boss. Back in the army, I drove everything—tanks, planes, helicopters. Give me a few hours, I could probably pilot a submarine, too. This car? It's in safe hands."
Victor added with a slight smirk, "Yeah, let's just let Kaelan drive. Trust me, there's no vehicle this guy can't tame. Even the army had a nickname for him: 'The Wheel Whisperer.'"
Rex sighed, throwing his hands up. "Fine. Fine. You win."
