C908 The Style of a Director

I stood there, smiling, waiting to see what other secret weapon she had.

Elvira's voice became softer and softer, and the last word was only a little louder than a mosquito's cry. However, a moment later, there was a faint sound of sobbing in the empty corridor. When she looked closer, she saw that Elvira's body was twitching as if she had been wronged