Hearing what Victoria just said, Edward's brows furrowed deeply, and he leaned forward on his desk. His fingers tapped rapidly against the polished wood, his mind racing.
"You're telling me…" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief, "that the manager actually gifted the Celestial Aureate Tribute Set—an item that isn't even meant to be sold—to a regular customer? Just like that?"
Victoria crossed her legs and smirked, hearing the frustration in his voice.
"That's exactly what I'm saying, Edward." She tilted her head mockingly.
"Unbelievable, right?"
Edward's jaw clenched. He couldn't wrap his head around it. That particular tribute set was strictly reserved, not just for VIP members, no body has the right to sell it even the highest-ranking stakeholders.
"This is unacceptable," he muttered, his tone dark.
His grip tightened around the phone as he took a deep breath. "Valentina?" he repeated the name, his mind racing.
