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.

He wants another song—are you going to sing or

Kat, he was surprised

stage, picking up the bass guitar she threw on

she said, emphasizing the word and leaving Willy glowering.

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

said hesitantly, herself

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

mean nothing by

murderously. "You're

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

remark left many other guests stifling their laughter. They would not actually laugh out loud

a ..." Willy was

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