Glancing over his shoulder, Valentino locked eyes with Vox (you), his annoyance evident in his furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips.

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

Apparently, one of his workers had quit.