Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 286

“…”

Adlee twisted around to glare at Amelia, his patience clearly running thin. He forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “So, Ms. Sadinton, what is it you want now? Why not just call the cops?”

Amelia met his stare, calm and steady, her words landing like stones. “Starting today, you’re both off my project.”

The fake smile slid right off Adlee’s face, leaving him pale and speechless.

“You can’t just—”

“I can,” Amelia cut in, her voice sharp. “I’m the lead on this project. And I don’t need anyone who spreads disgusting rumors about their coworkers.”

A few of the younger women in the crowd broke into silent applause, looks of satisfaction lighting up their faces.

Amelia turned to go, but as she passed Adlee, she shot him a cold look. “If you’ve got a problem, feel free to take it up with HR. Oh, and by the way, I recorded everything you just said.”

She didn’t look back. Without missing a beat, she headed straight for Belle’s office.

Belle was waiting at her door, tea in hand, watching Amelia approach with a relaxed smile.

“Belle, here’s the updated research plan,” Amelia said, handing over the file.

Belle took it with a nod. “Ms. Sadinton, do you want to grab lunch together?”

“Thanks, but I already have plans today,” Amelia replied politely.

Belle nodded. “Another time, then.”

Amelia smiled, then headed out.

She left West Medicine and caught a cab at the corner, giving the driver her destination. “To Thirteen Oaks, please.”

Thirteen Oaks was a well-known Southern restaurant in Alson Creek.

Settling into the back seat, Amelia checked her phone for the message Andrew had sent earlier that morning.

—Clive refused to sign the divorce papers and ripped up the agreement.

Not a surprise. Clive was never going to make the divorce easy, and he’d never give up custody of the kids without a fight.

Andrew: Don’t worry, Ms. Sadinton. I have a feeling he’ll change his mind in a few days.

She figured Andrew meant they’d go to court if they had to.

Andrew had never lost a case, but the Salmerons were a different level of tough.

She needed more leverage before it ever got that far.

Her phone buzzed.

Sammy: I’m already in the private room, waiting for you.

Sammy picked them up and flipped through, his expression twisting with surprise.

“What’s this supposed to mean, Amelia?”

The photos showed Clive and Kristen together—plus screenshots of their messages and even Kristen’s secret Twitter account.

“I know you leaked the bar’s security footage last night,” Amelia said, her voice even. “And that the owner only went public because you told him to. But that’s not enough. If you really want to take Clive down, you’ll need these.”

Sammy’s face turned wary.

“What are you up to this time, Amelia?” His eyes narrowed, suspicion clear.

She’d burned him before, more than once.

The Amelia he remembered was always calm and gentle—unless it involved Clive. Then she’d fight like a mother bear, no matter the cost.

She knew he was gunning for Clive. Normally she’d stand in his way, not help. The fact she was handing him evidence now… it didn’t add up.

Amelia took a sip of her drink, looking almost bored. “I was blind before. Now I’m wide awake. All I want is a divorce, and custody of my kids.”

Divorcing Clive meant going up against the whole Salmeron family. They were powerful, but far from unbreakable.

Sammy was the weak spot.

He still looked at her, half convinced, half suspicious.