Exposed now, Effie awkwardly cleared her throat. “Fine, I'll reluctantly give it a read for your sake."

“I have a restaurant booked. Let's grab lunch," Gerard suggested.

“Okay. I'm hungry," Effie agreed immediately.

They reached the restaurant swiftly. Opening the private room door, Effie was stunned by the pink paradise-rose petals on the floor, walls adorned with flowers and balloons, a dreamy setting.

The pink mixed with white balloon flowers added a beautiful romantic touch.

A man in a white suit in the private room held a bouquet of balloon flowers, congratulating Effie. “Congratulations. You're really excellent."

Silence enveloped as Walter approached. Effie reached for the flowers, realizing why the song felt familiar.

She'd seen Walter before her brother had introduced him.

On that rainy night, he had smiled, handing her an umbrella. “Watch out, don't catch a cold."

A thought flashed in Effie's mind.

Lilah had mentioned the composer being far yet near.

Effie eyed Walter. “Did you write that song?"

After saying it, she felt she might've overthought.

How could it be Walter?

How could an underworld member Like Walter compose such a song?

But Walter just smiled and nodded.

Effie's brain went blank suddenly. She stared at Walter in disbelief.

He said with a slight smile, “I wrote it just for you. I didn't expect you to sing it so well.”

“You've penned a million-dollar song. I'll pay you later," Effie added, her worry evident.

Walter's smile froze.

Lilah nearly burst into laughter.

Walter took a breath. “We'll discuss that later. Let's eat."

Lunch in a romantic setting lifted their spirits.

Gerard kindly cut Lilah's steak, while Jerrold struggled to do it himself.