The henchman stood in front of Carl, his tall and sturdy figure completely overshadowing the frail Carl.
Seeing the man raise his hand, Fifteen urgently called out again.
"Stop!"
With Carl's small hands, he couldn't even withstand one slap, let alone from such a big and strong guy.
Just because of one thing she said, Carl was suffering, how could Fifteen bear to watch?
Frowning, she stared at Phoebe across the coffee table, gritting her teeth with hidden anger, but her voice softened.
"I'm sorry, I apologize to you!"
Phoebe raised his right hand, cupping it behind his ear, gesturing as if listening.
The meaning was clear—he didn't hear it clearly.
Fifteen's teeth gritted loudly, and her small fists were already tightly clenched.
If she weren't tied up right now, she would have pounced and torn that bastard's handsome face to shreds.
She was so close to him, her voice wasn't soft, how could he not hear?
