Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 389

Amelia didn’t expect Ryan’s call at all. She hesitated for a split second, reaching for her phone just as a message from Timmy slid across the top of her screen.

Timmy: Mom, are you free tomorrow night? Want to have dinner together?

The message made her smile—Timmy had never asked her out like this before. Even if she was busy, she’d find a way to make it work.

She shot back a quick reply: Of course!

Then she picked up Ryan’s call, her voice polite but laced with a warmth she couldn’t quite hide. “Mr. Packman,” she greeted, her tone softer and lighter than usual, almost teasing.

On the other end, Ryan was sprawled back in his chair, long legs crossed, feet propped up on his desk. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her happiness.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” he teased.

“I am,” she admitted easily.

Today was, hands down, the best day she’d had in a long while.

“Thank you for getting my stuff back from Cloudcrest,” she said sincerely.

Ryan shifted in his seat, his voice low and lazy. “Then take me out to dinner.”

Amelia blinked, her thoughts going a mile a minute. “…Tonight?”

Wait, did he mean she was supposed to pay for the entire team’s dinner tonight at that fancy place? With fifty people from the project, plus the higher-ups, that bill would be insane.

She took a deep breath. “Mr. Packman, maybe you should just send my things back the same way you got them. I’ll pay the shipping. Next time, I’ll go get them myself.”

She spoke so fast that Ryan barely had a chance to get a word in.

There was a short pause on the other end, then he let out a low, helpless laugh. “Amelia, sometimes I really want to take your brain apart just to see how it works.”

“Huh?” she said, genuinely confused.

“I meant tomorrow night,” he drawled.

“Oh. Tomorrow won’t work,” she replied immediately. “I already have plans.”

“With who?” His tone cooled just a bit.

Nosy much? But she answered anyway. “My son, Timmy.”

Oh, her son.

Ryan, who’d sat up a little, leaned back again. “Fine, then. How about a late-night snack? That’s good enough for me.”

He couldn’t exactly compete with a kid.

Amelia sighed, half exasperated, half amused. “And what do you want to eat, Mr. Packman?”

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Ryan said, then hung up.

She replied: You’re amazing, baby! I’m so proud of you.

Right then, Timmy was in the car on the way home, looking at the string of celebration emojis his mom had sent. He smiled before reigning it back in. He had a stack of first-place medals at home—he’d show them off next time.

Next to him, Penny was fast asleep with her head leaning on his shoulder, a half-eaten cookie in her hand and his gold medal looped around her neck. No matter what the competition was, Penny always wanted to tag along, even if she had no clue what was going on. She just wanted to be there.

Timmy gently straightened her head and tucked the blanket around her before grabbing his phone again to text Kyle.

Timmy: Tell your uncle to look sharp. My mom’s way too pretty and smart.

Kyle: My uncle’s already handsome, thank you very much!

Timmy: …

Timmy figured Kyle either hadn’t seen much of the world or just had a major soft spot for his uncle.

He’d met Will before, after all.

When Kyle had sent over his uncle’s info, Timmy recognized him right away. Will was the guy who’d gone to school with his mom that one time.

Good looks, nice vibe. On a scale of one to ten, Will was a solid 8.7.

Honestly though? Still not as good-looking as Dad.

Dad’s a 9.2, easy.