Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 129

Ms. Anderson never tried to hide how much she liked Amelia.

“For you, I’ll always find time, even if I don’t have any.” Ms. Anderson fiddled with her glasses, hesitating before she said, “Amelia, have you heard that Dr. Borgen was invited back to the university? If you have a chance, you should visit him.”

Amelia went completely silent at the mention of Dr. Borgen.

After a while, she looked down, guilt softening her voice. “I doubt Dr. Borgen would ever want to see me again. Honestly, I don’t even have the nerve to face him.”

Ms. Anderson let out a soft sigh, a little helpless.

She’d always appreciated Amelia’s talent and even tried to recruit her for her own team back then. The second Dr. Borgen found out someone was trying to poach his student, he showed up at Ms. Anderson’s office first thing in the morning with a chair in hand, camping out by her door.

He looked her dead in the eyes and said, “Ms. Anderson, I know you’re a woman, so I’ll give you a head start, but let’s see who wins for real!”

Ms. Anderson couldn’t help but laugh. In the end, she promised she’d never try to steal Amelia again—and even wrote it down as a guarantee. Only then did Dr. Borgen stomp off, dragging his little chair behind him.

Still, Ms. Anderson secretly kept in touch with Amelia all these years. She wasn’t just dazzled by her talent—she genuinely liked her.

Of course, now and then, she’d sneak in a few complaints about Dr. Borgen.

What she never expected was that Amelia would suddenly leave it all behind to get married. For months, Dr. Borgen seemed to age five years overnight.

“Amelia, you’ve always been Dr. Borgen’s brightest student. He saw you as his successor. I know you cared about him too, not just as a mentor but almost like family. But you should remember, Dr. Borgen is sixty now. He doesn’t have many more seven-year waits in him.”

Amelia’s whole body tensed, the memory of seeing Dr. Borgen outside the university gates, his hair completely white, making her eyes burn with tears she refused to let fall.

Seven years. It had been seven years since they’d last spoken.

“I understand, Ms. Anderson. Don’t worry. I’ll find a chance to apologize to Dr. Borgen. It was my fault. However he wants to deal with me, I’ll accept it. As long as he’s willing to forgive me and still see me as his student.”

Penny and Timmy had a regular driver. If Clive couldn’t take them, the driver always would.

Right after breakfast, the driver arrived.

Amelia got in the car with the kids, dropped them off at school, then asked the driver to take a detour and drop her at work.

By the time she reached the office, she was already three minutes late.

She hurried inside and had just stepped into the elevator when her phone rang. It was Rachel.

“Hey boss, where are you?”

“I’m in the elevator,” Amelia answered, picking up on the tension in Rachel’s voice. Her brows knitted. “What’s going on?”