"Understood." Yolanda Bardot's eyes were lifeless, akin to a controlled puppet.
"Now, find the cameras in your house and destroy them," Sophie Foster commanded.
Without any hesitation, Yolanda Bardot almost immediately went behind the television to the landscape TV wall, found an inconspicuous pinhole camera in a recessed spot, smashed it to the ground without a second thought, and stopped its operation.
Then, she put it back in place.
"Very good, you did very well."
Sophie Foster was extremely satisfied; Yolanda Bardot had destroyed the camera in front of her, proving she was following her orders, confirming what Mrs. Hanks had said. As long as Yolanda Bardot regained consciousness, as long as Sophie found her, everything would be under her control!
"Do you need me to do anything else?" Yolanda Bardot unexpectedly took the initiative, a restless heat surging in her, as if driven by some unknown force, unable to settle down.
