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."

bitter smile appeared on Johnny's lips. For a moment, he suddenly found that 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

what would he do

eyelashes cast a shadow. He said in an unusually hoarse

else to say except this sentence. He also wanted

he was not

others, even if they were willing to, there would always

felt that something was wrong with

first, he got into

big trouble, and I guess there are still some

a little, and he smiled bitterly in silence. "Let's talk about it later. If

it's getting late. Director Johnny, go to bed early. Call me if you

up the phone. The corridor was silent. Occasionally, he could only hear his slightly short breath. His slender body slid down against the door

couldn't get her, but he still wanted to get close to her. Even if darting into the fire like a moth and was eventually burned to ashes by

In the Yan Garden.

calls, most of which were to show human care. A

she

memory 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

by his stare. When she finished the last call and was about to

Cassandra, "..."

I kill this

by the most precious gift