Victor
Victor's lips curled into a melancholic smile. "She is a bit of a brat isn't she?" he asked with a small chuckle after watching the purple haired girl's reaction. "Honestly, I think I have spoiled her a bit too much since Valentine left?"
He paused for a moment, interrupted by a beeping noise. The water had reached its peak. As he grabbed the electric kettle, he continued, "Yeah, its a little hard to get a divorce when your wife is a gangster. Letting too many people know is dangerous, especially for Mai. Fortunately for Mai, everyone I have told so far is already dead. I hope you two will end that pattern."
Victor watched the water mix with the content of their drinks, pausing his long winded request to contemplate how the water would mix with the coffee and tea. Of course, at this point, there was nothing to do but put them on the table. "I want you to bring her down, but if I may make a personal request, please don't kill her."