I shook my head, laughing under my breath. “She’s just a toy. If he wants to make a scene, let him. When he’s done, I’ll clean up his corpse.”
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.”