Chapter 89

Emily’s gaze was icy, devoid of any warmth. "Enough talk. Are you coming at me one by one or all together?"

He chuckled, his smile dripping with contempt. "All together? I don’t think you could handle it." He gave a signal, and a tall, muscular man beside him swung a fist toward her.

A few seconds later, the man hit the ground with a heavy “thud,” sprawling at the feet of his comrades. The one-eyed leader growled, “All of you—come at her together!”

Within five minutes, the room was strewn with men groaning in pain, while the women who’d been serving drinks had fled, pale with fear. The entire room was in disarray, the overhead chandelier swaying precariously.

Emily helped Lily to her feet and guided her out, but as they reached the entrance, they were blocked by Mark, the club manager, flanked by a group of men. He eyed Emily with a faint, humorless smile.

“Miss, you assaulted my guests. If you walk out without consequences, how can we keep our business running?”