Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 445

Amelia hadn’t even made it to the foyer when Nathan came barreling toward her, moving so fast she almost bumped into him.

After everything she’d just gone through, seeing Nathan felt like a breath of fresh air. She flashed him a real, grateful smile. “Mr. Morris, I’m sorry. I should have told you where I was going.”

Nathan looked dead serious as he started circling her, eyeing her up and down as if he was checking for bruises. Once he was sure she hadn’t even gotten a scratch, he finally relaxed.

“Amelia,” he said, still sounding stern, “please don’t just disappear like that again. If anything happened to you, how would I explain it?”

The way he said her name made Amelia want to laugh and roll her eyes at the same time. Honestly, Nathan was only half a month older than her.

“Explain to who?” she asked, honestly confused.

Nathan froze for a second, nearly blurting out something he shouldn’t. He caught himself just in time.

He pressed a hand to his chest, putting on a mock-serious face. “To my own conscience, obviously!”

Amelia just shook her head, smiling. Nathan’s thought process had always been a little out there. Nothing he said could surprise her anymore.

Not long after they returned to the foyer, the butler came in and let everyone know dinner was ready, inviting the guests to head into the dining room.

Amelia and Nathan ended up sitting at a table just behind and to the side of the Watts family.

Of course, the Watts family noticed Amelia right away. Hank acted like she was invisible, but Bianca’s face twisted with annoyance the second she saw her.

Bianca lifted her fan to hide her mouth and leaned in close to Hank, whispering, “That little brat just won’t go away, will she? How did she even get in here?” There was a hint of worry in her voice now. “Honey, do you think she’ll ruin things for our daughter at the worst moment?”

Hank snorted, his voice low and cold. “You think the Baker house is somewhere she can just stir up trouble? If she tries anything, she won’t even make it past the front door.”

“But what if…” Bianca pressed, worry creasing her brow. “What if she says she’s the real—”

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