I watched as Xavier Hill's face turned crimson, his arm jerking desperately as he tried to free his hand from my grip. His efforts proved futile—my palm locked around his like a steel vise, completely immobilizing him.
Noticing his expression growing increasingly distorted, I asked with mock concern, "Mr. Hill, is something wrong? Why does your face look so terrible? Are you feeling unwell?"
My words pushed Xavier closer to the edge. He looked ready to cough blood from sheer rage.
"No response? Mr. Hill, as it happens, I know a bit about medicine. Would you like me to examine you?" I offered with a slight smirk.
"You... let go!" Xavier snarled through clenched teeth.
"Oh, you should have just said so." I feigned sudden understanding and immediately released his hand.
Xavier's body lurched backward, landing him unceremoniously on the ground with a heavy thud.
"Mr. Hill, what happened? Are you alright?" I rushed forward with pretended concern, extending my hand to help him up.
