A few minutes later, Landon was tossed out, his body covered in bruises, his left arm clearly broken and hanging limply.
Before I could react, Michael grabbed him by the neck and whispered something in his ear. Landon nodded frantically, but for some reason, he couldn't utter a single word.
The driver handed over the contract and Landon, trembling, signed it.
"Get in the car," Michael ordered me.
Ignoring the battered Landon, the driver sped off.
We drove in silence until we stopped in front of a hotel.
"Get out," Michael commanded.
I looked at him, terrified, not knowing what he actually intended.
Seeing my fearful expression, the scowling Michael suddenly laughed. "Relax, I'm not going to do anything to you. Nothing happened last night."
"Didn't I promise to tell you what you want to know? Only I can protect you, but I can also destroy you."
He leaned in closer. "Did you see what happens to those who disobey and mess with me? They end up like Landon. So... be good."
A chill ran through me. Michael, I really couldn't figure him out.
Once inside the presidential suite, he led me to the sofa and handed me a cup of hot tea.