Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 290

If it weren’t for the tension in the room, Amelia might’ve actually clapped for Ryan right then and there.

Relief washed over her. So all that drama was just because he was worried her hand might slow down the project. Typical Ryan—he never let himself lose, not even a little.

Clive looked like he was about to crack a molar.

“This isn’t work hours. My wife and I have private matters to sort out. Mr. Packman, stay out of my family business!”

With that, Clive tried to brush past Ryan and reach for Amelia.

But this time, two Packman family bodyguards appeared out of nowhere, stepping in side by side to block him completely.

Ryan didn’t even bother to look back. “Francisco, take Ms. Sadinton back to the office.”

“Yes, Mr. Packman.”

Maybe Clive could intimidate other people, but this was Ryan. With him, the tables always turned—whoever tried to cross him just ended up losing.

Amelia felt safe as she followed Francisco toward the exit.

Behind her, Clive’s voice came out, practically shaking with anger. “Amelia, if you walk out that door, don’t even think about coming back to beg me!”

Ryan didn’t turn around, but he kept an eye on Amelia from the corner of his eye. He knew how much she’d loved Clive back then. He was afraid she’d hesitate, afraid she’d turn around just because of a single sentence.

But she didn’t even glance back. Instead, she sped up, like she couldn’t get away fast enough.

A small, quiet smile played at the corners of Ryan’s lips as he flicked his fingers through the breeze.

Yeah, this felt good.

Just before they reached the doors, Amelia turned politely to Francisco. “Thanks, Francisco, but I drove myself. I’ll head back to the office on my own.”

Diego, as the project lead, wanted to convince Dr. Borgen and his students to join them, to tackle Green Wall’s toughest problems together.

The conversation had gone well. They’d found a starting point, but whether it would work or not—they’d have to test it in the lab.

Right then, Dr. Borgen suddenly stopped and patted his pockets.

“My pen! I left my fountain pen behind,” he said, sounding a little anxious.

Diego offered his own with a smile. “Here, take mine.”

Dr. Borgen shot him a look. “What would I want with your pen? My fountain pen isn’t something you can just pick up anywhere.”

His oldest student, Robert, spoke up. “Professor, I’ll go back to the private room and look for it.”

“No, I’ll go myself. You all get in the car first,” Dr. Borgen replied, already turning back.