Ethan Herd stepped out of the elevator: "Fine, you can call me twice first."
Scarlett Glenn gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, saying, "I don't care, are you sure this is enough, Mr. Herd?"
"Of course not, I still prefer real guns and bullets--open the door."
Scarlett Glenn gasped, "I'm really filming outside."
Ethan Herd sneered: "Don't play dead inside, I know you're here. If you don't want to see me break this door, open it obediently."
Scarlett Glenn's hand trembled as she hurried to the entrance and tiptoed to peek through the cat-eye on the door, meeting his red eyes outside. Scarlett Glenn's legs went weak on the spot.
Even knowing he couldn't see her at the moment, Scarlett Glenn still felt a touch uneasy.
The man outside had a shallow smile on his face, but in recent years, Scarlett Glenn's many brushes with danger had honed her sense of danger to an extremely sensitive level. Ethan Herd was not right.
