While Mirabelle was sitting in the bistro with Finn, ten miles away and sixty-eight floors up, Ashton finally found out—second-hand—that she was suing Rhys Granger.
The moment the glass doors to his office swung shut, Ashton hurled a thick stack of contracts straight at Cassian Langford's chest.
The hit landed with a meaty smack.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?"
Cassian stumbled back, one hand catching the papers, the other slapped to his ribs. "Jesus, mate, trying to bruise a lung or what?"
Ashton didn't answer.
The tension in his jaw said plenty.
Cassian straightened, rubbing at his ribs with exaggerated flair. "Look, I didn't know either, alright? It's not like Rhys and I are besties in a group chat. How the f**k was I supposed to know he was running his
