Flashback continues
Even if they had the chance to dance with Don Denzel, he would only pay them what he liked, but he was giving this woman the chance to mention her price. They longed to be in her shoes.
"She's so lucky. Who is she anyway?" the murmurings and gossips began.
As to whether Don Denzel heard, there was no sign of it in his eyes. All other women and every sound were greatly ignored. Only the woman in front of him had his attention.
"I don't know, but I think Don Denzel must really like her."
"Does it mean we don't get the chance?"
As the women kept murmuring, the one in front of them frowned. The man before her was gorgeous, much better looking than the ones she had paid to dance with her, but how dare he try to buy her time with money? Did he think she was some commodity to just be purchased?