Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 275

Amelia left a comment under the post, totally deadpan.

Amelia: [Those pajamas haven’t been washed in five years? Honestly, they’re perfect for you.]

She even threw in a thumbs-up emoji for good measure.

Without a second thought, she blocked and deleted Kristen, then set her alarm, switched her phone to sleep mode, and curled up under the covers. She was out like a light in no time, sleeping better than she had in days.

Meanwhile, Clive was having the worst night ever. He tossed and turned, wide awake, his mind refusing to settle. And when he finally did drift off, his dreams were a nonstop parade of Amelia—always surrounded by guys, every type you could imagine. He’d fight one off and another would show up, endless and exhausting.

By morning, he felt like he’d actually gone a few rounds in real life.

His phone started buzzing loudly on the nightstand, dragging him out of his restless sleep. He groaned, rubbed his forehead, and grabbed his phone, squinting at the caller ID before picking up.

“Dad…” he mumbled.

“Clive! Are you trying to ruin us? You got into a bar fight and now you’re all over the news! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me and the company?” Klaus Bailey’s furious voice blasted through the speaker, snapping Clive fully awake.

Clive barely took a breath before opening his phone and checking the trending topics. There it was, right at the top: [Salmeron Corporation CEO Clive Caught in Jealous Bar Brawl! Perfect Image in Ruins!]

He clicked the link and saw the video. Last night’s fight was everywhere, already shared hundreds of thousands of times. The bar was dark and the footage was grainy—just silhouettes, no clear faces.

Still, Clive’s first instinct was to deny everything. “Dad, that’s not me. Someone’s trying to set me up—”

Klaus cut him off with a harsh laugh. “Watch the whole video before you try to lie to me!”

Clive couldn’t even bring himself to watch it all. He skipped to the end—and there it was. The bar owner himself, on camera, doing an interview and outing him completely.

The guy looked straight at the reporter and said, “Yeah, Clive Salmeron was here last night, totally wasted. Slept it off in my back room. Didn’t expect the CEO of Salmeron to lose his temper like that—just started swinging at people. One of my regulars only wanted to dance with a girl, and Clive went after him. I almost got punched trying to break it up!”

Damage was done. All he could do was try to fix it. And once things calmed down, he’d find out exactly who set him up.

“I already have PR working on your mess,” Klaus said, voice cold and tight. “You need to come up with a big positive story to bury this. Push something good into the headlines.”

Clive’s brain kicked into gear, and suddenly, he saw a way out.

“Dad, Kristen just closed the deal with West Medicine. Ryan signed the contract, and it’ll be delivered first thing this morning!”

“Perfect. Announcing the West Medicine partnership will be enough to push last night’s scandal off the front page.” Klaus finally sounded a little less pissed, even sounding almost pleased. “Looks like Kristen’s finally showing some talent. Letting her use that equipment was worth it. All your effort training her wasn’t a waste after all.”

But then Klaus’s voice turned sharp, dripping with sarcasm. “Amelia really thought she could pull something off on her own. She actually wanted to sign a contract with West Medicine as an independent. Thought she was some kind of genius entrepreneur. Without the Salmeron family backing her, she’s nothing.”

His tone turned icy, making it clear he was giving an order. “Now that Amelia’s not useful, and you have a prenup, it’s time to get rid of her. Leak some dirt, control the story, and dump her for good. The Salmeron family’s daughter-in-law can’t be some orphan raised in a clinic. Just thinking about it is humiliating.”