Glancing over his shoulder, Valentino locked eyes with Vox, his annoyance evident in his furrowed brow and pursed lips.

"What do you want, Vox?" Valentino's voice dripped with a mix of irritation. It was clear that his day had not been going well. However, he wasn't throwing a childish tantrum like always. Probably because he already got everything out of his system after killing one of Velvette's employees, much to her dismay. Apparently, one of his workers quit.