"Well, my greetings to my sister-in-law," Azazel said, his voice oozing with mischief as he prepared to continue his endless blabbering.
The teasing lilt in his tone made it clear he was enjoying himself far too much.
But Roman wasn't in the mood.
"Azazel," Roman growled, a low, warning rumble that instantly cut through his brother's playful tone. "Tell me the important thing."
Azazel chuckled softly, unbothered, always daring to test his older brother's patience. "Bro, what I'm saying now is also important, isn't—"
"Do you remember that sports car you wanted to buy earlier?" Roman's voice sliced through Azazel's words, calm but laced with sharpness.
He leaned back against the headboard, his tone dripping with mock thoughtfulness.
"It's already on its way to the mansion you're in right now. But I think—" he paused deliberately, as if savoring the effect, "—I should ask the driver to turn around and take it back to the company. Right?"
