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."

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 seemed to be able to

do if it

eyebrows, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow. He said in

except this sentence. He also wanted to ask her what Martin

was not even qualified

always watch from a distance silently, but when everyone did something for others, even if they were willing to, there would always be extravagance, extravagance that

that something was wrong

was probably a bad year for Johnny this year. At first, he got into some trouble, and then there was another situation here. What's more, the

it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to tell me this. The crew has been in such a big trouble, and I guess there are still some follow-up

talk about it later.

Johnny, go to

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

knew he couldn't get her, but he still wanted to get close to her. Even if darting into the fire like a

In the Yan Garden.

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

much, but it was possible that it happened too fast just now. Martin was still in the 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

stare. When she finished the last call and was about to save the atmosphere, Robert, together with Talbot, came in

Cassandra, "..."

kill this

it's so tacky to give gifts. Talbot insisted on sending some tonics here. See? Are you moved by the most precious gift of this