Mr. Turner led them all into a VIP room, "I hope you all have a great time, feel free to call me if you need anything."
He nodded and gave instructions.
Then left.
Leah Cook leaned on the comfortable leather sofa, hands resting on the backrest, coldly mocking Yvonne Young, "What's your husband's name? Call him out, I want to hire him no matter the cost."
"These are talented singers available for your service here, and it's all free."
"I want Yvonne's husband to serve us, I'll pay any price."
She arrogantly placed a bank card on the table like a rich parvenu.
Yvonne chuckled, went over and picked up the bank card, and asked Leah, "Is there a million in this card? My husband won't do any urgent work for less than a million."
Upon hearing a million, Leah was stunned, but Yvonne didn't give her a chance to speak, "I'll call him."
She immediately turned around and hurried out.
At the door, she handed the bank card to the attendant, "Give this back to Miss. Leah inside."
