"Theo, can you go out and make the call? I want to sleep.” I could not bring myself to hear him ask for the shirt back from Mason.
He ignored me. The call was answered after just a few rings. Mason's usual cold voice rang out, "Is there something wrong?”
"Wanda lent you a shirt last time. I want you to send it over because I want to wear it."
As expected of Theo. The way he spoke was concise and to the point-righteous and direct without a single hint of embarrassment.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Mason was probably astounded by his words and only spoke after a long time. Even though his tone was the same, I could detect a hint of tremor. "Are you so poor that you can't even afford to buy clothes now?”
"I can afford it, but I want that specific shirt." Theo was shameless and stubborn.
“Go and buy the exact same one, then. It's been a long time and I can't remember where I put it. If there’s nothing else, then I'm hanging up. I’m working.”
Mason had already recollected himself at this point. 1 "Take your time to think about it. Think carefully. You
must find it. That's the shirt my wife bought me. Do you think it's appropriate for you to wear it? Don’t you feel ashamed?" Theo sounded displeased now.
"What’s there to be ashamed of? It's just a shirt." Mason sounded like he was saying it on purpose.
"Oh, is that so? I heard that you’ve recently developed a new drug and are facing a shortage of funds. I was thinking of allocating some to you, but it looks like there isn't a need for that anymore. Oh, by the way, don't even think about getting dividends for this quarter. The money will be used as the turnover for the new company in Whaldorf City."
Theo said those words in an exceedingly natural manner. When he was done, he even leaned back on the couch with a relaxed expression.
The other party hesitated for 30 seconds. "Apart from the dividends, I want you to give me 1.5 million dollars from your personal account."
"Deal! On the condition that I see the shirt as soon as possible.” Without half a moment's hesitation, Theo agreed readily.
"No problem. I'll look for it now. I'll ask someone to send it to you tomorrow." Mason sounded a little delighted.
Crazy! Theo was a complete lunatic! Just like that, he spent 1.5 million dollars!
I stroked my belly and felt worried for my and my child's future. Would we have to end up collecting scraps for a living?
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