"Understood." Yolanda Bardot's eyes were lifeless, just like a controlled puppet.
"Now, find the cameras in your house and destroy them," Sophie Foster commanded her.
Without any hesitation, Yolanda Bardot walked straight to the scenic television wall behind the TV, located a discreet pinhole camera in a recessed spot, and smashed it to the ground without thinking, halting its operation.
Then, she put it back in its original place.
"Very good, you did well."
Sophie Foster was very pleased, Yolanda Bardot had destroyed the camera in front of her, proving she was following her commands, and proving Mrs. Setai was right, as long as Yolanda woke up and as long as she found her, everything would be under her control!
"Do you need me to do anything else?" Yolanda Bardot unexpectedly took the initiative, the restlessness surging within her seemed to drive her, unable to settle down.
"Just wait at home obediently for your husband to come back, be yourself, understand?"
