Aurelia Shaw's pupils shrank tightly.
The cold ground, a man lay on it, or rather, it was a bloody mass of flesh. The body was soaked in blood, the white clothes dyed a glaring red, his eyes as large as copper bells in terror, his mouth a mess of blood and flesh, his tongue had been cut off.
If it weren't for that face, Aurelia Shaw would not have recognized that this was the man who had just reported her.
Alaric Wood frowned, looking quite troubled on his face. "Honestly, I got a bit carried away, sigh, made a mess of this place. If Dr. Mook finds out, she'll definitely get mad again. Sweetheart, could you please help clean this up."
This man, made a mess here, wants her to wipe his ass?
He specifically called her over just to clean up his mess.
Alaric Wood wickedly curled his lips, "You're Dr. Mook's assistant, aren't these tasks supposed to be yours?"
She, do it? Then what are so many studio employees for?
