Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 245

The junior associate sitting quietly in the corner, jotting down notes, looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

He could hardly believe this was the same Andrew he’d always known.

The engagement contract was brought over in no time. Amelia skimmed it twice, then signed without a hint of hesitation.

“Andrew, I’ll leave the rest to you,” she said.

“Of course, Ms. Sadinton. That’s what I’m here for.” Andrew’s gentle smile never faded, and he even walked Amelia out himself.

As soon as the door closed behind her, the associate lost it.

“Andrew, are you alright? Fifty thousand up front? Your hourly rate’s five grand—”

Before he could finish, Andrew clamped a hand over his mouth and nudged him out of the way.

He walked over to the big window, watching as Amelia’s figure slipped out the front doors. He pulled out his phone, snapped a quick photo, and sent it straight to Ryan.

Then he cleared his throat and sent Ryan a voice message.

“Mr. Packman, just letting you know, my fee needs to be settled in advance. Ms. Sadinton already put down a fifty-thousand-dollar retainer, so you can deduct that. I’ll send you the invoice in half an hour.”

Andrew didn’t really know who Amelia was, but if Ryan was getting personally involved, she was clearly someone important.

Ryan and Clive.

Andrew’s lips curled in amusement.

This divorce case was about to get interesting.

…

Amelia hadn’t been gone long when her phone rang. Clive’s name lit up the screen.

“Okay.” Amelia hesitated, then added quietly, “Grandma, I have something I want to talk to you about tonight.”

There was no hiding the divorce anymore. She’d decided—it was time to tell her.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting. I have something to say to you, too.” Her grandmother’s voice was full of affection as she hung up.

As soon as she set down the phone, Mrs. Salmeron turned to Tara. “Go check the kitchen, will you? Make sure that special soup for Clive and Amelia is ready. Only the best ingredients went in—don’t you dare let them spill a single drop!”

She’d heard from Donna that things between Clive and Amelia had been pretty rocky lately. At least Clive was finally starting to realize how lucky he was—he’d even had their wedding photos put back up in the house.

But Amelia seemed truly hurt. She’d been sleeping in the study for days.

That just wouldn’t do.

Young couples are supposed to fight and make up, but now they weren’t even sharing a bed. How were they supposed to patch things up like this?