Abbot was pinned under her foot, his face a mask of terror. He didn't dare show even a hint of anger—the terrifying woman was steadily increasing the pressure, and he could feel his ribs about to break.
"A man of Mr. James's age... should know better."
Shen Lang's voice was as light as a feather, the kind that might gently tickle one's heart. But Abbot felt no trace of allure right now, only profound fear.
Years spent in a laboratory with little exercise meant he was no match for this terrifying woman.
All he could do was lie there, pinned beneath her foot, unable to move a muscle.
"Yes... I'll behave. I'll behave," he stammered, the words tumbling out in English.
Only then was Shen Lang satisfied. She removed her foot and crouched down, slowly staring at his pathetic expression. She waited for a long moment, until overwhelming terror surged through him, before suddenly letting out a derisive laugh.
