Ashton's patience snapped at the answer. His voice turned sharp, edged with authority. "Then go find it. How can you wear something that belongs to someone else's mate? Does it even fit you?"
"It fits perfectly, actually." Jared's voice came through the speaker, low and a little rough. The background noise behind him suggested he was somewhere lively, surrounded by voices and music, not in a quiet space.
Ashton leaned back against the chaise lounge, his posture calm again, but his tone carried quiet pressure. "Do you know the bone cancer hospital in M Country has already been established? Looks like you don't need that recommendation letter anymore."
There was a pause.
Then Jared's response came quickly, a shift in tone. "Fine. I'll return the shirt as soon as possible. I'll deal with it right away."
The call ended abruptly.
I stared at Ashton, unsure what just happened in those few seconds.
That was… efficient in the strangest way.
