Turning her face, Fifteen gazed at Phoebe, who was walking down the stairs with a wine glass in hand, no longer trying to escape.
Just by looking at his leisurely gait, it was clear that this mansion was now completely sealed; she had no chance of getting out.
Unless she got the key from him.
This guy figured out her next move so quickly; he's definitely not simple!
Draining the last sip of wine from his glass, Phoebe casually set the cup down on the small bar in the Living Room and pulled a key from his pocket, waving it at her.
"Answer my questions, put my stuff down, and I might consider letting you go."
"Okay."
Fifteen shrugged her shoulders and stepped toward him.
When she was two steps away, she stopped, took the scroll with the painting from her body, and slammed it toward his face.
"Take this!"
Phoebe raised his hand to block the scroll and, in one motion, pulled her along with the scroll right in front of him.
