If Eder really made The Spades sing Bitch at Willy and made him angry, Willy would blame him too...

"What? You were the one who said the customer is always right, weren't you?" Frank smiled faintly, returning to his seat and crossing his legs with a faint smile. "What, is that tip too cheap for you?"

"Oh—no, of course not, sir." Eder wiped the sweat off his brow, feeling a little awkward.

Still, he gritted his teeth and steeled himself as he stared at the golden card between Frank's fingertips.

Ten million, and all tips to the band would be split fifty-fifty between the bar and the band!

That means he would have a five million dollar cut—his bar would be compensated for any losses!

Who dared would win. Moreover, he was in no place to meddle with some rich kids' dispute. All he had to do was be the tool he was.

wants another song—are you going to sing

he was surprised by Kat's sweet smile and complete change

picking up the

the word and leaving Willy glowering.

"Kat, your boyf—I mean, is Master Lawrence that rich? Isn't he just

said hesitantly, herself

just then, pointing at Frank as he snapped, "What is

nothing by it."

narrowed murderously. "You're suicidal,

you're not one, then you wouldn't feel insulted

They would not actually laugh out loud considering the influence Willy

of a ..."

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