It Was You

There was dead silence in the hall.

Cassandra frowned and rubbed her forehead helplessly. Then she picked up the phone, "Director Johnny, it's so late. What's up?"

It was Johnny who called her. It was true that Cassandra couldn't lose her temper at the gentle and upright Johnny. If it were someone else, she would have already been angry.

On the other end of the phone, Johnny looked absent-minded. His back was against the door of Cassandra's house, and his black eyes were full of confusion. The joints of his hands that holding the mobile phone turned white, and the voice control light in the corridor suddenly went out.

In the darkness, it seemed that something was dormant, waiting for an opportunity to open its bloody mouth and swallow him in one gulp.

The night was long, and there was a sound coming from nowhere. The voice control light suddenly turned on again. In the dim light, Johnny's eyes lowered a little unconsciously. "How's your injury?"

Cassandra glanced at her mummified arm and smiled, "It's Okay. It's just a small wound. You don't have to be worried, director Johnny. By the way, where is Nadine? She is an important witness. We can't make any mistake this time. "

Johnny was silent for a while, "She is dead."

Cassandra's face suddenly darkened and a cold light appeared in her eyes, "What did you say? Dead? Didn't you ask someone to take good care of her? How could he die? "

She did want to fight back with the help of Nadine, but she had never thought of killing her from beginning to end.

Johnny rubbed his swollen temples, and a touch of loss flashed across his face. He said, "Nadine has a heart disease, and she died on the way to the hospital. The police has intervened, and found that there is abnormal capital flow in her account, and they also found a Platinum Mansion's membership card. Don't worry. I will give you an explanation. "

Cassandra leaned back on the sofa casually, and her slightly narrowed eyes were still filled with coldness and cruelty. "Director Johnny, this matter is not within your ability. Since the police has intervened, you don't have to worry about it."

his usual indifference to the world seemed to be wrong. In the past, he only immersed in his own world. As long as he could filming, he felt satisfied. Even if there were many unfair things in the world,

he do if it was

cast a shadow. He

say except this sentence. He also wanted

was not even qualified

did something for others, even if they were willing to, there would always be

felt that something was wrong

got into some trouble, and then there was another situation here. What's more, the police were involved. Anyone who encountered these things would

been in such a big trouble, and I guess there are still some follow-up

bitterly in silence. "Let's talk about it later. If there is

getting late. Director Johnny, go to bed early.

Occasionally, he could only hear his slightly short

still wanted to get close to her. Even if darting into the fire like a moth and was eventually

In the Yan Garden.

of messy calls, most of which were to show human care. A few minutes alone, Cassandra not only had a blister in her mouth, but also the atmosphere that had

she

stage, and miraculously didn't stop her. He just sat quietly aside, with some blood streaks in his eyes, like a weathered sculpture, staring at her without

the last call and was about to save the atmosphere, Robert, together

Cassandra, "..."

kill this

gift of this century?" As soon as he put down the exquisitely packaged box in his