For a moment, Emma Sutherland's face was extremely unpleasant. Even though her sunglasses covered most of her face, her increasingly dark expression was still apparent.
"Emma." The little assistant beside her spoke up cautiously.
Suddenly, the woman looked at her, and even through a pair of sunglasses, she was startled.
"Are you dead? Letting someone take my elevator, what are you even good for?"
The little assistant's eyes reddened from the scolding, but she dared not speak and hurriedly went forward to press the elevator button again.
Those watching the scene didn't dare make a sound either, trying their best to minimize their presence in fear of becoming the target of Emma's displeasure.
There were several artists from Stourford Entertainment in the lobby, but their status was worlds apart from Emma's, so they definitely couldn't offend her.
