"Give it to me!"
Fifteen reached out her hand.
Phoebe connected the call, pressed the speakerphone, and placed it in front of her.
"Hello!"
Ignoring her anger with him, Fifteen hurriedly spoke.
"Hello Fifteen, long time no see."
The voice from the phone was seductive and alluring.
Fifteen instantly recognized the familiar voice; it was Foxy, Dad's fourteenth adopted child, her "Sister Fourteen."
"Foxy, it's you who captured Carl, right?" Fifteen asked sharply.
"Carl? You mean Little Six Fingers?" Foxy's tone was frivolous, "That's right, he's with me. You're as smart as always."
"What do you want?" Fifteen asked.
"Easy." Foxy chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone, "I want that child."
"That's impossible."
"If you can steal once, you can steal a second time."
"Security at the Royal Palace has been increased now; I simply can't get in."
