Young Master Berrycloth sighed, his brows twitching slightly as Aurora clung to his leg like a koala. His sharp eyes met the driver's.
"Who sent you?"
The driver hesitated. "The madam, of course, Young Master."
Young Master Berrycloth's eyes darkened.
"Madam asked you to force her into a car?" His voice was smooth but held a sharp edge, like a blade hidden in silk.
The driver broke into a cold sweat.
"No, no, Young Master! This is a misunderstanding! I was merely trying to—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Young Master Berrycloth turned to his side.
"Take care of it," he ordered.
Out of nowhere, two men in suits materialized, seizing the driver by both arms.
"W-Wait!" the driver stammered, his face going pale. "I-I was just following orders! You have no right—"