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.

heard him. He wants another song—are you going to sing or

Eder turned coldly toward Kat, he was surprised by Kat's

returned on stage, picking up the bass guitar she

was it?" she said, emphasizing the word and leaving

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

Kat said

to his feet just then, pointing at Frank as he snapped, "What is the meaning of this?! You're

mean nothing by

narrowed murderously. "You're suicidal, insulting

quipped. "If you're not one, then you wouldn't feel insulted by it. Why don't you

other guests stifling their laughter. They would not actually laugh out loud considering the influence

of a ..."

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