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

turned coldly toward Kat, he was surprised by Kat's sweet smile and complete change in

returned on stage, picking up the bass guitar she threw on the

the word and leaving

mean, is Master Lawrence that rich? Isn't

Kat said hesitantly, herself

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

by it." Frank

eyes narrowed murderously. "You're suicidal,

then you wouldn't feel insulted by it. Why don't you sit down and enjoy

their laughter. They would not actually laugh

of a ..." Willy was

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