Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 27

Clive stepped out of his private elevator and walked straight to his office, his strides long and confident. As soon as he pushed open the door, he spotted Cameron already waiting for him, sprawled comfortably on the sofa like he owned the place.

“You’re late,” Cameron said, sipping his coffee.

Clive just sighed, sounding a little helpless. “Amelia insisted on coming to the office with me. Took a bit to get her settled.”

“Amelia?” Cameron’s brows shot up, his expression instantly souring. “Isn’t she still blind? And she’s still sticking to you?”

He couldn’t resist the jab. “She hasn’t changed a bit in ten years. Still clings to you like glue—honestly, she’s like gum on your shoe. You just can’t get rid of her.”

Cameron snorted, remembering all the stunts Amelia had pulled over the years. “Well, I guess with that level of persistence—and zero shame—it’s no surprise she managed to marry into the Salmeron family. Women like her don’t land in families like yours without pulling a few tricks.”

Clive didn’t argue. His face just grew more unreadable, the corners of his mouth tightening.

Everyone around him knew Amelia had been crazy about him for a decade—obsessed, really. Why would she change now?

Ripping out all the tulips in the garden and replacing them with yellow roses… Maybe that was just her latest move, a way to get his attention after everything that happened.

Once Clive realized that, he felt himself relax. That weird, nagging frustration he’d been carrying these past few days started to fade.

He looked at Cameron, voice calm but firm. “That’s enough. Amelia is still my wife, and she’s the mother of my two kids. Don’t say stuff like that in front of her.”

Cameron got the message. He gave a lazy smirk. “Relax, I know how to play nice when she’s around.”

But that wasn’t why Cameron had come over today.

But Ryan…

Clive turned to Cameron. “What do you know about Ryan?”

Cameron paused, memories flickering across his face. Half a year ago, in an underground club in Melford, he’d run into Ryan.

The guy had blood smeared on his face, a wild grin, and eyes that practically glowed with something dark and dangerous. Out of a million people, you’d never meet anyone as crazy—or as ruthless.

Even now, Cameron felt a chill run down his spine.

He met Clive’s eyes, his voice low and serious. “Trust me, Ryan’s not someone you want to mess with.”