Charlie shook his head. "That's unnecessary. I've booked tickets for the next evening, so I'm not going to book another flight. I also need to go back and prepare for the concerts, but I shall impose should I ever return."

Yoshitaka sighed. "You've saved my life and my daughter's, but you're leaving even before we can thank you properly. It's such a pity…"

Charlie chuckled. "Since you insist, you can foot the bill for all of Ms. Sweet's concerts. I'm not worried about how you and Ms. Sweet are going to split the revenue, but I won't be forking out money for any additional expenses."

Yoshitaka was really grateful toward Charlie, but he crumbled inside when Charlie finished.

He had certainly never encountered a bandit like him who would so boldly and directly convert a favor into cash!

Ten million dollars—that was what each Tanya Sweet concert would cost in terms of expenditures, advertisement, and the like. It wasn't inflated either, as each of her concerts included expenses on mus