Chapter 587

Lia's heart clenched as she instinctively shrank from Emmie's gaze, inching closer to Michael.

Her trembling hand crept toward Michael's arm. "Michael, save me..."

Emmie approached calmly, her face devoid of anger or frustration, and positioning herself in front of Michael and behind Lia.

She unzipped her handbag and pulled out a small fruit knife, which clattered onto the coffee table with a sharp sound.

"Lia's tongue—she can cut it out herself, or you can do it for her."

Lia's entire body went cold.

She gripped Michael's arm even tighter, shrinking further into his embrace, her face draining of all color.

Michael's dark brows furrowed slightly. He lifted his eyes and looked up at Emmie with calm, calculating eyes.

"Elle is my bottom line. She targeted Elle. If Elle hadn't had a stomachache, she would've been the one assaulted. So tell me, will you do it, or will she?"

Emmie had never been like this before.

She had always been gentle, graceful, and elegant. But now, her ey