Yolanda's face was also serene, just like the calm sky before a raging storm, undisturbed.
However, the hand gripping the knife remained precisely in place, poised accurately over Chale Cheney's carotid artery.
With a slight application of force, Chale Cheney would be dead instantly.
If then hurled down from the Ferris wheel, he would either die or be left crippled.
Yolanda imagined this scenario for a moment and then suddenly, she laughed. Her beauty was intoxicating, yet deadly, reminiscent of an opium poppy.
She really wanted Sylvan Cheney to witness this scene and be unable to forget it for his entire life.
The molecules in the air remained silent for a long time.
Yolanda slowly spoke, "Bring someone to swap with Chale Cheney."
Sylvan Cheney's eyes hardened, calmly asking, "Who do you want to replace with?"
"I'll replace Chale." Lilac Serval spoke, "I'm a woman, weak and helpless, replacing Chale shouldn't be too much to ask, right?"