“Don’t turn down the money now—Master Lawrence wouldn’t care about the money anyway, right?” Kat said, raising a brow at Frank.
To her surprise, Frank was shaking his head at her. “No, I do care.”
“What?!” Kat’s eyes widened like oranges. “Why are you being so petty?! You have a billion dollars in your account, and you’d ask for our money back?!”
“No, not them,” Frank said, glancing at the rest of the Spades before turning back to Kat. “I only want yours.”
“What?!” Kat snapped indignantly. “That’s so unfair! Did my singing suck? Didn’t I do my best?”
“Urgh…”
Frank rubbed his temples and shook his head. “Think about it. What would your father think if he suddenly discovers ten million dollars in your account?”
Before they left Kat’s cottage, Frank could already see that Nash Yego was worried Frank would put the moves on his daughter.
Frank certainly had no such intention, but it would still beg questions if ten million dollars suddenly showed up in Kat’s account.
What could he tell Nash at that point?!
“Haha! I don’t care! I’m not returning it!” Kat poked her tongue out at him, making a face and leaving Frank speechless.
“Lily.” Yuri, the drummer, sighed just then. “I guess this is it for the band, huh?”
“Yeah,” Lily nodded, even as the others turned silent.
“This is it? What?” Frank asked, puzzled.
“Can’t you see?” Kat shrugged in helpless disappointment. “We banded up to reach for the stars, debut as pros, and make money with our fame… But I guess reality is different from what we thought. Judging from Willy Sorano’s behavior, a little known band like ours has no choice but to hit the casting couch to get signed to a label. ”
“It’s for everyone’s sake.” Lily sighed.
They were just anonymous singers who traveled between bars, and they had encountered the heart of society’s darkness.
That’s why they had to disband—to avoid further troubles and worst still, revenge.
Moreover, it was clear that word of what had happened tonight had already spread.
They already received offers from five other bars to have them sing there, but they were just students—they would not survive society’s darkness and pressure.
Frank could certainly discern the strong frustration and disappointment in their voice and see that they wanted to keep performing.
It was their dream—and more importantly, they were good at it.
Musing to himself for a moment, he asked, “If you’re interested, I actually own a showbiz company…”
“Huh?!” Kat turned toward him in shock. “You own a company?! I never knew!”
Frank could laugh right then. “Are we that closed that I’d have to report everything to you?!”
