Olive, who noticed his disrupted composure, pinched between his brows and proceeded to say something to him, but the sudden sight of a bottle that flew out of nowhere and broke on Valentine's head had him halt with widened eyes.
"Valentine…"
Valentine felt his head quiver at the impact of the bottle that shattered on his head, and he dropped the glass of alcohol. He slowly turned his attention in the direction the bottle flew, and at the sight of the culprit, his eyes darkened.
"You asshole!" He disappeared from his seat at the speed of light and appeared before the middle-aged man. He gripped him by the neck, lifting him and pounding him onto the floor, causing the marble tiles to crack.
Everyone immediately took a step back from him, not even sure what had happened. Apparently, it appeared that the man who threw the bottle had been fighting with someone. However, Valentine could not care less.
