If Eder really made The Spades sing Bitch at Willy and made him angry, Willy would me 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 dor cut—his bar would bepensated for any losses!


    Who dared would win. Moreover, he was in no ce to meddle with some rich kids'' dispute. All he had


    to do was be the tool he was.


    "You heard him. He wants another song—are you going to sing or not?!"


    As Eder turned coldly toward Kat, he was surprised by Kat''s sweet smile andplete change in


    attitude.


    She even returned on stage, picking up the bass guitar she threw on the floor.


    "Bitch, was it?" she said, emphasizing the word and leaving Willy glowering. "Don''t worry—I''ll do my


    best to sing it."


    Lily remained worried, however. "Kat, your boyf—I mean, is Master Lawrence that rich? Isn''t he just


    putting on airs?"


    "Probably not," Kat said hesitantly, herself unsure.


    "Frank Lawrence!" Willy sprang to his feet just then, pointing at Frank as he snapped, "What is the


    meaning of this?! You''re messing with me, aren''t you!"


    "I mean nothing by it." Frank shrugged innocently.


    Willy''s eyes narrowed murderously. "You''re suicidal, insulting me!"


    "I''m just insulting a bitch for being one," Frank quipped. "If you''re not one, then you wouldn''t feel


    insulted by it. Why don''t you sit down and enjoy it?"


    His cheeky remark left many other guests stifling theirughter. They would not actuallyugh out loud


    considering the influence Willy had and would suffer if they did.


    "Son of a ..." Willy was left fuming.


    If he kept arguing with Frank, he would be admitting to being a bitch.


    But if he showed restraint, it would mean he was taking an insult lying down!


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    Waving to stop The Spades from ying, he stared daggers at Frank and snapped coldly, "Twenty


    million dors! Suicidal!"


    "Whoa?"


    Everyone else watched interestedly as Willy and Frank continued topete.


    Whatever the case might be, The Spades would definitely get famous after today, what with being


    tipped twenty million dors for one song!


    And the onlooking crowd was not disappointed as Frank smiled faintly despite Willy''s face already


    contorting from rage. "Are you alright? Anyway, I really insist we all listen to the song Bitch today. A


    hundred million dors."