A gust of wind seemed to sweep toward her face, but there was no pain.
Evelyn opened her eyes and saw the knife right in front of her. Her eyes trembled, and even her heart stopped beating. She slowly turned her gaze to look at the man with yellow hair.
"Scared, aren't you?" The man laughed maniacally, "Hahaha—didn't you say you weren't afraid of death, Mrs. Lockwood? Your face changed just now!"
"People feel fear when faced with death," Evelyn said coldly. "But you should understand my attitude clearly. If something bad were really to happen to me, I would choose death."
Listening to Evelyn's words and looking at her indifferent and uncaring demeanor, the man with yellow hair furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
What he wanted was the ransom.
As for what to do after getting the ransom, that could be discussed later!
