I tapped a finger against Samuel’s mouth, displeased. “Remember, there’s no syndicate anymore. We’re a legitimate company now.”
I turned back to the tank, eyes on the exotic fish Marcus had been raising. “Pour them in. Useless things don’t need to stay.”
Over a hundred small fish scattered desperately, but none of them escaped the shark’s bloody jaws. I watched, amused, and snapped a picture. Then I sent it straight to Marcus.
“Fun, right? Just not enough of them. Next time, raise more.”
Marcus didn't reply, but a video call came through. I answered it, and Judy’s smug face filled the screen.
“What’s wrong? Disappointed to see me?” she asked sweetly. “Too bad. Not only did Marcus not abandon me after you ruined my face, but he also promised he wouldn’t let you off easy. He’s already gathered your doctors. Funny, isn’t it? I heard you need injections every night just to sleep. Wonder if you’ll get any rest tonight.”
She leaned closer, deliberately flashing the bite marks on her chest. Her tone dripped with mockery. “Melody, you’re filthy. So filthy it makes people sick. But me? I’m different. My hands aren’t stained with blood.”
I tilted my lips into a smile. “Is that so? What a pity. Clean people don’t last long in the Stokes.”
After saying that, I hung up.
A moment later, Samuel walked in with a folder. “Miss, I found what you asked for. It’ll be at tomorrow night’s auction.”
Finally, some good news. “Eight years I’ve waited. It’s about time. Prepare fifty billion. Tomorrow, I’m bringing it home.”
The next night at the auction, I ran into Marcus and Judy. She clung to his arm, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Miss Fairbank, what a coincidence. Something you like here tonight, too? But Marcus said everything tonight belongs to me as compensation.”
I caught the way he patted her hand, reassuring her. “Yes. That’s what I said. Last time, you went too far. Consider this my way of making peace. So, don't interfere, Melody.”
I almost laughed. When I killed dozens of his enemies who broke into his house, he only praised me for doing a good job. But now, because of Judy, why was he treating me like a nuisance?
I looked at him, my voice soft. “Didn’t you see the photos I sent last night? Guess not. Otherwise, how would you have the mood to come out tonight?”
Marcus' face froze, then turned sharply to Judy.