The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Seeing that Frank was being naive, Moxxi tried to reason, "Why don't you send someone to check out the meeting place? I'm telling you those people always end up killing the people they're supposedly negotiating with.

"They turn the tables against anyone at any time-that's how unscrupulous they are."

Naturally, she was as concerned for Frank as she was for herself.

"It's alright." Frank waved her off nonetheless. "I'm confident I can handle anything they throw at me... And as for you, it's up to you whether you follow me."

Moxxi smiled in wry amusement-she certainly could not avoid this even if she wanted to.

After all, she was now basically the go-between of Frank and BM Group. Those bastards would definitely demand her to go to the meeting place with Frank.

Whatever-it was a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation anyway, so she could wing it with Frank. Dying with a man as handsome as Frank would make life worth it already.

An hour later, they boarded a yacht called Destiny.

It used to be named The Pax after Pax Jaric, but was rechristened after the Jaric family estate changed hands.

Jada Turin actually tried to have it renamed to Lugh, but Frank did not like showing off, so she had to choose an alternative.

Still, it was quite the famous yacht. The rapids of Yellowrun were infamously impossible for ships to cross, but the Destiny was streaking through it without issue, a testament to its design and engineering.

The interior was just as incredible, as no expense was spared for everything inside. There were even antiques used as decorations, each worth enough cash that would last an average Joe for his lifetime.

As such, even Moxxi's eyes lit up at the sheer superiority of the yacht, despite being plenty knowledgeable herself.

"How lucky are you, getting such an incredible yacht for basically nothing?" she asked. "Aren't you worried that people would get jealous?"

Frank chuckled. "What's there to worry about? There's more about me that one could be even more jealous of, even before this."noveldrama

Moxxi rolled her eyes at him and left

to look around the interior, while Jada steered Destiny to the meeting place, where the Yellowrun was relatively calm.

"Don't worry, Mr. Frankton," she assured Frank confidently. "Our people are stationed nearby. Any false moves, and the folks from BM Group will be dead."

Frank smiled but said nothing—if Jada had not been so enthusiastic, Frank would not have asked her to help, simply because he alone was enough.

Even as the thought crossed his mind, ripples unfurled over the surface of the river, and a submarine soon breached the surface.

Several men soon appeared, arranging a table and several chairs around it.

Catching his cue, Frank stepped out and leapt over to the submarine.

The ones around the table were elites of BM Group who knew Frank was strong. Even so, they were left dumbfounded to see him gliding toward them, seemingly riding the wind.

It was not surprising that Mary died by his hands-who would ever win against that?

A woman climbed out on deck just then, and who could it be if not Callie Wright?

"Long time no see, Mr. Frankton!"

she greeted him, while several

sharply dressed blond men with blue

eyes followed, each appearing

hostile and clearly not to be trifled

with.

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Callie stood aside, and the men all disembarked and took their seats, leaving none empty.

They were clearly trying to put Frank in his place, but Frank was more adaptable than they thought.

He waved his hand, and the submarine's plating peeled off, taking the shape of a chair for Frank.

Everyone else was left flustered—the steel was tempered to withstand the horrific pressure underwater and was especially durable!

What the hell?! Not only did the submarine fail to help assert their dominance, but Frank was even rubbing his power in their faces?!

Still, Callie soon introduced them. "Mr. Frankton, meet Mr. Michael, Mr. Peter, and Mr. Robbie."