Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 467

Ryan sat in the driver’s seat, face hidden in shadow, eyes cold and sharp as they locked onto Clive standing by the store entrance, gripping Amelia’s arm.

So, this was her urgent business—meeting Clive?

Amelia tried to yank her arm free, but Clive held on tight. Her voice was icy. “Let go. My friend’s here to pick me up.”

“Friend?” Clive’s grip tightened. “What kind of friend drives a car like that?”

As soon as he said it, Clive knew he’d messed up.

Amelia let out a cold laugh. “You really haven’t changed at all.”

Her sarcasm caught Clive off guard. He looked almost panicked as he fumbled for words. “Amelia, that’s not—I didn’t mean—”

“If you don’t let go, I’m calling the police.”

“Amelia—”

“She told you to let go. Are you deaf?” Ryan’s voice sliced through the tension, sharp and dangerous.

Everything seemed to stop.

Clive glared at Ryan, squinting against the headlights as Ryan walked forward. “You?”

Amelia took the chance to break free and hurried toward Ryan. Maybe it was just the headlights playing tricks, but for a split second, Ryan thought he saw happiness flash in her eyes.

Not for Clive. For him.

Ryan’s eyes darkened, something deep flickering there.

“Ryan…” Amelia started to say something.

But Ryan beat her to it. “You coming with me, or staying here?”

His tone was calm, almost flat, but inside, it felt like his heart was hanging over a cliff, waiting for her answer.

She was the judge; he was the one waiting for his sentence.

“I’m coming with you.” No hesitation at all.

Just like that, the fear inside him faded. The chaos quieted down, all because of her answer.

She didn’t know it, but she’d just saved him.

“Wait for me in the car.” Ryan opened the door, giving Clive a cold, unmistakable warning with just a look.

Amelia slipped into the car. Ryan shut the door behind her.

Then he turned and walked toward Clive, every step radiating authority, making Clive seem suddenly smaller.

It was Penny.

Clive stopped, watching as Ryan got in the car. The car reversed, did a smooth U-turn, and slipped into the traffic, swallowed up by the night.

Clive took a breath, pulled himself together, and answered the call, sounding as gentle as always.

“Hey, Penny. What’s up?”

But the voice that answered wasn’t his daughter’s.

“Clive, did you finish meeting Amelia? When are you coming home?” Kristen’s voice was as soft as ever, but something about it sounded colder to Clive.

She’d come by the house to check up on him.

She must have gotten it out of Penny that he was meeting Amelia.

Clive frowned. Kristen’s constant checking in made him uneasy, like he was always being watched.

He was about to reply when he heard Penny’s little voice in the background.

“Kristen, is my bath ready? Don’t forget my rubber ducky! Will you tell me a story while I wash?”

Kristen’s reply was sweet. “Of course, honey. Daddy will be home soon. Should we have him bring us something yummy? Penny, tell Daddy what you want, okay?”