+Chapter 432+

Angelo fumed as he watched the Mafia King approach, more than getting rid of his split ends, Roxie had done something to his hair to make it puff up. He was used to his hair limply hanging down, he preferred it even, having his hair fluff up like this made him feel ridiculous like he was wearing a tacky wig.

He held his tongue in a great fit of self-control, however. Not only could he not bring himself to cut his hair, but threatening to do it would only bring grave repercussions, so he could only glare a hole right through Nikolai's forehead and tolerate it.

"I'm going back to the penthouse," He announced through a clenched jaw when Nikolai approached.

Nikolai's eyes almost seemed to glow, "Too bad, we're going to the casino."