Lorraine Hanson's eyebrows furrowed tightly, staring at the bloody mark on the old lady's neck, his handsome face turning cold.
He walked forward slowly, speaking in a deep voice, "Are you serious?"
"You must go with me, or else I'll truly die in front of you." The old lady's eyes were firm, her expression severe, completely unlike someone joking.
Watching that knife sink another inch into the skin, he squinted his eyes, realizing this time she truly wasn't bluffing. He suddenly became very curious about what exactly qualities did this Tracy have to make the stubborn old lady trust her so much!?
"Sir, don't hesitate, agree already!..." Randell looked at him, then at the knife, the blade already tainted with blood, which made him anxious and pale. "Sir..."
"Lorraine..." Sola Park was about to persuade when she saw him raise his hand.
