The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2368

That was when Jada, who was constantly staying updated in the yacht, announced, "It's done, Mr. Frankton!"

Frank nodded. "Bring me their heads. Let this animal see how his men died!"

Mr. Peter laughed. "Oh, you can stop pretending! You're right here, and you think your lackeys can beat BM Group's finest?!"

Peter's thought was simple: as the man chosen by the spiritron vein, the powers that Frank could bestow to his people would be greater than what Sally York harnessed. White it was mystical, it still would not be enough against real martial elites, which was why Peter was convinced he stood a good chance of winning.

"Oh, to hell with it!" Frank could not be bothered to wait anymore and waved his hand.

Suddenly, Mr. Peter shot to the air before crashing into the waters of Yellowrun.

While it was fortunate that he could swim and tried to make a break for the shore, countless carps suddenly appeared around him and started chewing through him!

Mr. Peter was terrified—what was happening?! Since when did carps become maneaters?!

However, there was no arguing against the pain, and even as he tried to flee, there were just too many of the fishes.

Eventually he was eaten alive, with nothing left of him at all.

Frank then turned to Callie. "So, I take it that you're now representing BM Group?"

Callie smiled without answering as she took Mr. Peter's seat. Then, smearing her fingers with blood to write the letters 'B' and 'M' on her cheeks, and 'Mary' above her brow, revealing her true identity right then!

"You're Mary?!" Moxxi's face contorted—it was not as if she did not care about appearance, but this was just freaky!

Callie smiled, shaking her head. "You wouldn't know, Mr. Frankton, but I'm a pacifist. Also, I recognize reality—killing solves nothing. If anything, it would only ever backfire, since we'd be making more enemies.

"The times have changed, and now, money is everything. As long as we can keep making money, everyone's happy. If there's no money to be made, who the hell would work for you?

"So, having said all that, we accept all your demands, but I only have one request—to establish a subsidiary. You'll have control over it, but I'll be the one getting the money."

"Huh?!" Moxxi was left stunned once more.

It was not surprising that those geezers refused to serve Callie—the woman valued money over anything else, and she was dull in comparison to the Marys who relished in bloodshed.

That being said, Callie also had the right idea.