Melody couldn't help but get angry, stepping forward, "Not enough money, huh? I'll give you more! Name your price, how much do you want?"
She pulled out a checkbook and threw several wads of cash at me, causing me to wince in pain.
Randal patted her on the side, "Let it go. They have their own considerations. Let's leave. I'll go talk about the endorsement. Worst case, I'll just drink a bit more!"
Melody grabbed him, "Don't go! Can your body handle more drinking? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Randal coughed lightly, flashing a bitter smile, "For you, I'm willing."
He finished with a challenging glance at me.
I coldly watched him act in front of me, inwardly sneering.
Back when I first got together with Melody, she was just a nobody in the entertainment industry.
One day she excitedly dragged me along, "Brent, guess what? Today I met a producer who sees potential in me. He wants to sign a contract! Tonight I'm going to a dinner with him, come with me!"