My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 999: What Do You Want to Deal with Him?

"The recording is not right. Our conversation at that time was not like this at all. I haven't said something in it!

Hearing this, Braylee suddenly came back to her senses and found a glimmer of hope.

She immediately scolded Phoebe.

"Miss Jenkins, you betrayed Stanford first. Now, seeing that something happened, you made such a fake recording and abandoned Denzel to let yourself go?

Isn't this a little too selfish? It's really shameful."

From moral standards, Phoebe was ruthless and heartless instead of dauntless.

When everyone saw this, they were a bit stupefied and unsure.

Was the audio fake?

They didn't dare to firmly believe Denzel's one-sided statement and looked at Phoebe with inquiry.

Phoebe had expected such a situation, so she was calm.

"You are not the first to hear the recording. Is the recording false? Can't Stanford judge it?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at Stanford playfully and said like a spoiled child.

"Stanford, do you think the recording is fake?"

Stanford's icy-cold face softened when he looked at Phoebe.

His tone was steady and firm.

"It's true."

Everyone immediately calmed down.

The young master of their family was a high-ranking figure, and his words carried weight. He would not lie for anyone.

Besides, he was also involved, so it was impossible for him to lie for Phoebe.

Therefore, if he had confirmed it, then the recording was a hundred percent true.

People believed him and despised Denzel even more.

"At this point, you still don't regret it at all. You even slandered Miss Jenkins for playing a fake recording."

"This kind of person is incorrigible. His mouth is full of lies."

"You don't know how to repent. You don't know what to do! You should be serious."

"Young master, he did such a thing, which is unforgivable. Please punish him severely."

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Everyone's attitude was particularly consistent.

Denzel's face was pale, his scalp was numb, and his body couldn't help trembling.

Punishment? How to punish him?

He was already so badly injured. If he was punished, he would probably die.

Denzel was panic-stricken. He quietly looked at Braylee for help.

Meanwhile, Braylee also looked pale and flustered.

She had not expected things to turn out like this.

What else could she do at this time? Even if she stood up and spoke one more word for Denzel, she would draw the blame on herself and court death.

She forced herself to calm down and winked at Denzel to let him continue.

Under everyone's request, Stanford looked at Phoebe with a soft and doting voice.

"How do you want to deal with him?"

It meant that Phoebe would make the decision.

Everyone looked at Phoebe, and their eyes changed. Only then did they notice how gentle and caring the Young Master was to Phoebe.

How could there be the other man involved in such a romantic relationship?

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope rose in Denzel's panic.

He quickly said,

"Phoebe, didn't you say that you like my singing? My singing is unique in the world, and you like it the most. For the sake of you being my fan for so many years, can you forgive me this time?

I didn't do it on purpose. I lost my head for that moment to do such a bad thing.

Give me a chance to change, okay?"

Women were soft-hearted the most. Since he was playing on the feelings, Phoebe would probably show mercy.

However, Phoebe did not even look at him. Instead, she turned to Stanford and asked,

"Stanford, isn't there a hall in your family that specializes in dealing with outsiders? How do they deal with people who make grave mistakes?"

Stanford said, "It contains all kinds of punishments that torture people in the world for thousands of years and all countries."

"What's the most severe one?" Phoebe's eyes lit up.

"Cut the person into pieces, fry him, steam him, and tear him apart."

"It's good to cut him upside down."

Phoebe applauded and asked carefully, "Is that the legendary punishment of cutting people into pieces? Will the body be cut off the flesh layer by layer with a thin blade stained with salt water? Will that person die only be cut with a knife after a thousand and eight times?"

"Yes!" Stanford nodded.

Phoebe looked at Denzel with interest. Every word was loud and clear.

"Then I'll cut him into pieces with a knife! I'll cut a thousand and eight with a knife!"

"Plop!" Denzel was so scared that he fell to the ground. His bones were all soft and he couldn't even kneel.

He looked at Phoebe in shock and panic. He had never thought that she would have such a vicious heart under her beautiful skin.

Just as people said, the most vicious thing in the world is woman's heart.

He was extremely terrified and begged for mercy with a trembling voice, "I was wrong. Phoebe, don't be like this. Please forgive me, please forgive me. I'm not guilty of dying.

You can't treat me like this. Don't kill me."

Phoebe's expression was cold. She did not hide her disgust for Denzel.

She waved her hand impatiently. "Take him down quickly and start to cut him into pieces. I don't feel good even if he lives comfortably for a second."

She spoke the most terrifying words in the calmest tone.

Denzel was so scared that he almost suffocated.

At this time, two tall bodyguards immediately came from the side, one on the left and the other on the right, respectively holding Denzel and rudely pulling him up from the ground.

They dragged him away.

Denzel's scalp suddenly tightened. If he went there, he would die.

He was afraid of death, and what he was about to encounter was the blood-curdling knife. He had to endure it a thousand and eight times before he died.

Was that something a human being could bear?

Denzel was so scared that he almost peed in his pants and his mind went blank. At this moment, he only had the clearest thought of living.

He could no longer care about anything and looked at Braylee in a panic.

"Miss Johnston, help me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

The cry for help attracted everyone's attention to Braylee.

Everyone wondered why Denzel was looking for Braylee at the last moment.

As far as they knew, Braylee didn't seem to have much contact with Denzel.

Braylee's face suddenly changed and he looked at Denzel in a panic.

She blinked and motioned for him to shut up.

Denzel would not let go of the only chance to save his life, so he continued to shout in a panic.

"Miss Johnston, save me, you must save me. Now only you can save me. I don't want to die."

Braylee tensed up, flustered and uneasy.

If Denzel continued shouting, others would be suspicious.

She hurried up to Denzel and scolded him in a low voice, "Shut up."

Denzel froze all over. When he saw the woman's anxious and threatening look, his heart suddenly went cold.

"Can't you save me?"