Tilda, the girl sitting beside Frank, was anxious too.
She turned to Soren, pleading, “Can’t you do something, Soren?! We have to help Kat!”
However, Soren could only scratch his head awkwardly.
He had followed Frank’s gaze and realized the man in the front row was Emilio Sorano’s second son, Willy Sorano.
They were one of the Four Families of Morhen, and Soren certainly could not afford to mess with them.
While he was a Lionheart, he was no more than a distant relative—a far cry from Willy, who was from a direct lineage.
Moreover, he had already spent all his pocket money of 500 grand and no more.
As such, Soren pursed his lips and explained under his breath, “Don’t you see? That’s Willy Sorano! If he gets upset…”
He trailed off, but the others understood—Soren could not afford to mess with Willy.
“Are we just going to let him humiliate Kat and the other girls?!” Tilda groaned, on the verge of tears.
She and The Spades were good friends, and she was frustrated to see them placed in such an awkward situation.
“Are you crazy?!”
Mandy Doncic, who was sitting beside Soren, snapped at Tilda, “That’s Willy Sorano, the second-in-line to the Sorano family! Are you trying to get Soren killed, upsetting him?! Know your place!”
“Exactly,” Soren sighed. “I can’t afford to mess with all the influence at his disposal.”
Soren was certainly honest for once, since backing off against the Soranos’ heir was nothing too embarrassing.
Even across all of Morhen, no more than a handful of his peers would dare to challenge Willy—even if Soren liked Kat, he was not suicidal enough to die for her.
At the same time, Willy gloated, “Come on, girls—each of you have a drink, and I’ll teach you how to sing it. And then you can all join Sorano Media, on your way to become the most popular of Draconia. How about that?”
His gleeful look left the Spades troubled, but Kat strode forward, staring sternly at the others and snapped, “Don’t drink! Have you forgotten why we put together this band in the first place? We should just disband, and I definitely can’t take this insult!”
With those words, she slammed her bass on the floor.
“Oh, so you’re going to insult me? I’m Willy Sorano!” Willy glowered.
The other guests around him were all shocked.
“What?! That’s the second heir of the Soranos?!”
“Shit! Why would he show up at a modest bar like this?!”
“Well, he’s here either way. I guess the girls are just unlucky!”
The girls on stage appeared conflicted as the other bar guests leveled mixed looks at them.
“Are you crazy?” Eder was sweating bullets in frustration. “That’s Mr. Sorano asking! His family is one of the Four Families of Morhen! What would you have to worry about if you get on his good side? Do you still have to play at some bar like you do now? You’d become the best band in Draconia!”
The girls were actually swayed a little by Eder’s reasoning.
