Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 235

Amelia didn’t say a word.

The woman had just lost her job. Out of desperation, she’d helped Kristen set Amelia up, thinking she could make a quick escape. But less than thirty minutes later, she was dragged right back in.

No wonder she’d freaked out when she heard the sirens. Kristen probably saw from the start that this woman was unstable—maybe even had some kind of mental break—and made sure to push her buttons over and over at just the right moment.

Amelia hadn’t realized Kristen could be so sharp… or so ruthless.

“Ms. Sadinton, the police will be here soon.” Francisco’s voice was calm but firm. “We’re going to see this through all the way.”

No one was going to believe the ramblings of a woman with obvious mental health issues, especially after she’d hurt someone. And with Clive hovering over Kristen like she was made of glass, Amelia knew there was no way Kristen would ever be held responsible—not now.

Amelia offered Francisco a polite smile and turned to Ryan.

“Mr. Packman, what happened today was an accident. I promise, my personal life will never get in the way of work again.” She said it seriously enough that she might as well have raised her right hand and sworn.

When companies vetted project partners, a messy marriage was always a red flag. She remembered how, back in college, Ryan had always rolled his eyes at her and Clive.

If he found out she was in the middle of a divorce, there was no way he’d trust her with a project this big.

But she needed this job. She needed that advance payment just to cover her lawyer’s retainer.

Still, Ryan clearly didn’t see it the way she hoped.

He’d just watched Clive walk off with another woman right in front of her, and now she was saying she wanted this deal—for Clive’s sake? She had a real talent for giving him a headache.

Seeing Ryan’s icy expression, Amelia suddenly lost her nerve.

She knew how good she was at her job—she’d always been confident in that. But Ryan, he was impossible to predict. He never played by the rules.

“Mr. Packman?” she tried, her voice soft as she looked up at him, eyes full of hope.

Ryan just stared at her in silence.

He couldn’t bring himself to say something harsh.

“Come to the office on Monday. Bring the contract. We’ll sign then.”

The moment she heard what she wanted, Amelia lit up. “Thank you, Mr. Packman! I swear, I’ll make you a ton of money.” Then, with a sheepish grin, she pushed her luck. “Um, do you think I could get the initial payment for the project this week?”

The early-stage advance wasn’t huge—maybe three hundred grand at most.

Ryan let out a short laugh.

Good-looking—what a joke. What’s the use if you can’t see it?

But if he actually said that, he’d probably scare her off. Amelia was skittish—startle her and she’d retreat into her shell like a turtle.

So Ryan just kept his face cold, turned, and walked away.

When he reached the elevator, he couldn’t help glancing back. Amelia was already gone.

He gave a wry little smile.

Of course. He was always the one left watching her walk away. Not once had she ever stood there and watched him leave.

…

Amelia had left in such a rush because she got a call from Penny’s teacher, Ms. Arnold.

On the phone, Ms. Arnold sounded strict. “Mrs. Sadinton, I found the security footage you asked for. I need you to watch it closely. Penny’s behavior is very serious.”