Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 561 Thoroughly Disintegrated

After saying that, Amelia cut her wrist with the fruit knife!

"Miss Amelia, don't be impulsive!" Andrew instinctively tried to stop Amelia.

But Micah had no intention of stopping her at all. He sat on the sofa with his legs curled up, elegantly lighting a cigar.

Amelia made the cut, and a shallow trace of fresh blood slowly appeared as it flowed out.

Amelia exaggeratedly fell to the ground, crying miserably.

"You still lack experience. How can someone die with such a shallow cut?" Micah took a puff of his cigar, raising an eyebrow in arrogance. "Amelia, how about I teach you?"

Micah grabbed Amelia's hand, picked up the fruit knife again, and placed it against her injured wrist. He gently guided her, "You need to use force and give it your all. Let me hear the sound of the knife hitting the blood vessel. Only then can you die quickly!"

"You..." Amelia widened her eyes in shock, looking at Micah in disbelief as if she was looking at a stranger.

Everyone knew that Micah was ruthless and decisive, but Amelia had always seen him as the perfect embodiment of standing at the pinnacle of the world. She always thought she could become his wife through her family's connections. But now, Amelia finally realized how ruthless Micah could be when he wanted to be!

wrong?" Micah sneered. "Aren't you trying to die

Amelia was about to go mad, trembling

down the fruit knife and angrily left,

hurriedly ran in and said, "Mr. Clemens, Miss

go," Micah

Andrew made a gesture.

the frightened secretaries, "All of you,

help asking softly, "Miss Amelia slashed her wrist. Oh my god,

there is much blood flowing.

if there were a life-threatening situation, Mr. Clemens wouldn't ignore it. After all, it's still

Amelia is probably feigning a suicide attempt, trying to scare Mr. Clemens on purpose. Miss Amelia wouldn't threaten

doesn't care about Miss Amelia at all. It seems like they've

good. We won't have such a terrifying boss

"You're right."

"Go call the cleaning lady and let her clean up these blood stains." "Yes, okay." Lucia ran

They would no

"What if Miss Amelia, in her anger, turns to

were to turn to