Why is it Ella Jackson?
How could it be Ella Jackson!
Clara Sanders' body seems to plunge into an ice cellar in an instant, shivering!
Somehow, she clutched the keychain in her hand and turned around, heading out to the Lounge.
"Clara, what happened? You look so terrible..." Her manager asked in surprise as soon as she saw her come out.
"Not a word about me being in this Lounge can be leaked out, do you hear me?" Clara shouted at her manager with a pale face.
As she finished speaking, she looked up at the room door and her gaze fell on the Surveillance Camera at the end of the Corridor, her eyes tightening.
She hurriedly pulled her manager over and whispered something in his ear.
The manager immediately understood, nodding at her, "Don't worry, I can handle this."
Clara breathed a sigh of relief, then hid the keychain in her bag and strode away.
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