Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 358

He only called to check if she was still at the station. He probably just cared about whether the project would finish on time, right?

There was a pause on the other end before Ryan spoke again. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the police station near the office. I’ll be able to leave after I finish my statement.”

“Fifteen minutes.”

“What?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Amelia froze. Ryan was the CEO of West Medicine, but he owned so many companies that West Medicine probably didn’t even make his top ten. And yet he was coming here himself? She honestly didn’t expect Ryan to be that kind of boss.

After a quick stop in the bathroom, Amelia glanced up as she walked out and saw Clive waiting for her outside the door. Of course. This man was like a bad penny—he just kept showing up.

But there was only one way out. Amelia ignored him and walked right past.

“Amelia.” Clive stepped in front of her, blocking her path. He frowned, disappointment written all over his face. “Don’t you want to ask me anything? Kristen got hurt because she tried to save me. That acid—if it had hit her face, she’d be ruined for life—”

“But it didn’t, did it?” Amelia cut him off, her voice cool and perfectly calm.

Clive stared at her, stunned by how indifferent she sounded. His voice dropped, tinged with leftover fear. “If Kristen hadn’t stepped in, that acid would have been thrown on me! I rushed over to protect you!”

He looked like he expected her to be grateful, to at least show a little emotion. But her face was just as cold as ever.

Clive always had this way of acting like he was the victim—like every little thing he did was supposed to cancel out all the pain he’d caused her. If she didn’t forgive him, she was heartless.

Amelia nearly laughed. “Clive, did you move yourself to tears tonight? Have you ever thought about how many times I risked everything for you?”

Acid was nothing. She’d taken knives for him, even bullets. The worst was when Clive got kidnapped. She’d gone to the kidnapper’s hideout alone with the ransom, almost got assaulted, and only managed to escape by stabbing the ringleader in the eye. For months afterward, she had nightmares—blood on her face, that man grabbing her hair, dragging her toward the bed.

A tremor ran through her chest. “Clive, I’ve almost died for you three times. If you’d been burned by that acid tonight, it would’ve just been payback.”

Clive’s frown deepened, his disappointment turning sharp. “Amelia, when did you get so cold?”

He had thought what happened tonight would at least soften her, that maybe they could finally talk about the divorce, about those videos of Caroline. But Amelia was as unbending as ever.

She pulled out her phone, went to her photo gallery, and sent Bailey a picture of Caroline. It wasn’t explicit—just Caroline, clothes a mess, lying across a table surrounded by four men.

Bailey called her right away, but Amelia declined the call.

A moment later, Bailey’s messages came in. The first was a string of furious curses. The second: What do you want? The third came after he’d calmed down: Please don’t destroy the family. Don’t ruin my daughter.

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh, cold and bitter. All she’d done was give them a taste of what they’d planned for her. And she hadn’t even gone as far—they’d wanted her completely ruined, but she’d made sure nobody actually touched Caroline. Sometimes just a rumor was enough to destroy someone.

Still, it wasn’t the right time to negotiate.

She put away her phone and headed out.

The hallway led straight to the main lobby. As she stepped into the open space, she looked up and saw Ryan coming toward her. He looked like he’d come straight from a storm, his black coat whipping behind him, every step radiating restless energy.

He looked up and met her eyes.

Just like that, the tension in him seemed to settle, though fire still smoldered behind his gaze.