Malachi didn't flinch. He didn't struggle. Instead, his dark eyes remained entirely still, exuding a chilling, absolute calm that unsettled Tyler for a fraction of a second.
"A Koenigsegg," Malachi said quietly, his voice smooth, steady, and devoid of fear. "Impressive lease payments, Tyler. But tell me... do you always throw public tantrums over a speck of dust?"
"Shut your filthy trap, you worthless piece of garbage!" Tyler barked, raising a clenched fist in threat. "One more word and I'll break your jaw right here!"