hilip leaned back in his chair, his smug grin never wavering. He looked completely at ease, as if everything was going exactly as he’d planned. It was clear he had something in mind—a trap to get under Ashton’s skin.

Ashton, of course, didn’t even twitch. "Settle it however you want," he said, his voice calm and steady.

That was Ashton for you—the kind of person who never cracked under pressure. No matter how hard Philip tried to rile him up, Ashton ...