However, as soon as Lily started pleading to Eder, Kat snapped, “Stop it, Lily. I won’t sing for a bunch of scum like them.”
“But…” Lily watched anxiously as the bodyguards encircled Kat.
“Hahaha! Good, good!” Willy laughed. “I’ve really taken a shine to you now, girl—you’re a real feisty one! Take her and bring her to my bed. I’m breaking this wild pony tonight.”
Seeing that Willy was so despicable that he did not even care to pretend, Frank finally had enough and sprang to his feet even as Soren looked on in confusion.
“I’ll tip ten million dollars,” he said evenly, leaving the entire bar gasping.
“T-Ten million?!”
“Now that’s a tycoon! Ten million… Not even A-list stars get that honor!”
Everyone, including Willy, turned toward Frank.
Willy was certainly upset and would see the face of the person who would disrespect him… though he also found that voice annoyingly familiar somehow.
“Eh?” He froze when he saw who it was, his eyes flaring in fury even as he was caught in disbelief.
“Hahaha…” Mandy suddenly burst out in laughter beside Soren, drawing the attention from Frank.
Rearing her chin at him in contempt, she then snapped, “Honestly, I know you like being the hero… but this time, it’s different.”
Pausing, she continued, “I can admit that you can fight, even taking away Mr. Darman’s car. But don’t you know what the situation is? If you want to stand up for those girls, show us the money! You have neither family connections or influence, so stop talking tough. Do you think you’d be able to conjure up ten million just because you say so?!”
Soren was certainly delighted with Mandy’s mocking and chimed in sarcastically, “Oh, people don’t know when to quit, acting rich like they aren’t and not knowing time and place. Messing with Willy Sorano? He’d be lucky if he left a corpse!”
Everyone turned toward Frank after that, expecting an outburst.
Naturally, they were disappointed as Frank’s expression remained neutral, even beckoning at Eder. “Come here.”
“Haha… How can I help you, sir?” Eder flashed a fawning smile as he approached.
He naturally would not mess with anyone in his line of business—especially someone who could tip ten million dollars for a song.
Frank’s tone remained flat as he said. “Here’s my card. The PIN is 123456—then, have The Spades sing the song ‘Bitch’. It’s meant for a certain bitch who doesn’t know his place.”
Everyone was left astonished—everything he said was meant to insult Willy, calling him a bitch!
The man was suicidal!
Still, Eder was left in a dilemma. “Sir, actually…”
