"So? Did you like the result, boy?"
"What do you want?" Asher didn't beat around the bush, knowing there was certainly something else that this man wanted. "Why are you doing this?"
"Huh? I already told you, boy. I hate your father with passion and hurting him for fun uplift my mood."
Asher's expression turned hard as he gripped the phone tighter. "Do you find this funny?"
"Do I find it funny? Of course! I could be doing something more productive, but here I am, talking to a kid!" Mister Devilsin intoned in a knowing tone, showing no sign of remorse for poking fun at Asher. "Don't worry. It's worth it."
"Stop now…" Asher's voice shook along with his entire body. "Stop calling me."
"Why, Asher Quinn?" Mister Devilsin cocked his head to the side. "I thought we were friends now since I helped you find out the truth."
"Stop…"
