Xylander was hurled right into the car, landing roughly on the edge of the door and bumping his head loudly. The sound echoed so sharply that Draven heard it immediately.
He looked at the perpetrator with a cold stare, taking one step forward — just enough to make the man instinctively step back.
"Why did you do that? Didn't I tell you to be careful with how you handle him?" Draven scolded harshly, his voice dripping with venom.
His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by sheer seriousness and a need for everything to go exactly as he intended.
"Forgive me, it was a mistake… I didn't expect that to happen," the man pleaded. Draven rolled his eyes and dismissed him with irritation, then stepped into the car, motioning for Michael to enter quickly.
