Her cartel bar was simply a front to bring in legal income, but never did she imagine to hear such an amazing angelic sounding voice in her illicitly ran bar. Twirling in her stool, she gazed over at whoever was singing.

She watched, whistling her hired manager over. “Who’s she?” she asked, her expression one of skepticism but unhidden amazement.

What was a voice like yours doing here? She was almost offended on your behalf.