*Knock, knock, knock—*
Calvin rapped his knuckles against the car door, his expression unreadable, shadows flickering in his eyes.
Jayden had spent years navigating the cutthroat entertainment industry, honing his ability to read people like an open book.
One look at Calvin, and he knew—this was a man he couldn't afford to cross.
Today's misfortune was inevitable.
A dark glint flashed in Jayden's eyes before he schooled his features into a polite smile and stepped out of the car.
"Sir," he said, voice smooth and conciliatory, "let's just handle this through insurance, shall we?"
Calvin didn't respond.
His icy gaze slid past Jayden, locking onto the backseat.
Noticing the direction of his stare, Jayden's composure cracked for a split second—just a flicker of panic—before he quickly turned and shut the door behind him.
"My wife had a bit too much to drink," he explained, urgency creeping into his tone.
