Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 481

But as soon as Robert finished speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He adjusted his glasses and glanced up, meeting Ryan’s eyes from across the table. Robert managed a polite smile.

His only real memory of Ryan from college was that he was stupidly handsome and had a legendary temper—a golden retriever with a bite.

Now, Ryan’s hair was dyed back to black. He seemed calmer, more collected, and even better-looking than before—almost intimidatingly so. But you could still tell he had a temper.

Robert took a sip of his tea.

Amelia’s mind drifted back to the last time she’d seen Ryan. It was in the underground parking lot at the base, when Clive wouldn’t leave her alone—and Ryan had suddenly appeared. Thinking back to what Dr. Wade said about an important guest that day, it had to be Ryan.

What she hadn’t expected was that Ryan would end up being one of Green Wall’s investors.

Green Wall was a huge project, and funding it was a big ask for the government. Getting private investors was the smartest move.

And Packman Global was easily the most qualified.

Thinking about it, it all made sense.

Amelia dropped her gaze.

She’d honestly thought she and Ryan would never cross paths again.

“Amelia, since you and Ryan know each other, why don’t you come over and catch up?” Dr. Wade suggested.

Amelia quickly shook her head, trying to refuse, but Ryan spoke up first.

“Dr. Wade, I won’t be in the country much in the next few months. My assistant will be the main contact for Green Wall,” he said, looking at Amelia with a neutral expression. “Ms. Sadinton won’t need to deal with me directly.”

He was unreadable, like she was just an old college acquaintance—nothing more.

Dr. Wade took the hint and dropped the subject.

But Amelia knew—Ryan was helping her out, again.

She pulled out her phone and sent him a quick message: Thank you.

Across the table, Ryan glanced at his buzzing phone, didn’t reply, and just locked the screen, setting it aside as he seamlessly continued his conversation with Dr. Wade. He didn’t look at her even once.

It was like she didn’t exist.

Oddly, that made Amelia breathe easier.

She froze. Ryan looked away, and Dr. Wade, already a little tipsy, filled Ryan’s glass again and urged him to drink.

Ryan didn’t refuse—he just knocked it back in one go.

Amelia sighed inwardly.

She remembered Ryan used to get stomachaches, and Dr. Wade was the type who drank too much but couldn’t handle it. At this rate, both of them would be drunk before dinner was over.

After finishing the chicken, Amelia wiped her mouth, got up with the excuse of going to the bathroom, and left the room. On her way out, she caught a passing server.

“Could you ask the kitchen to send some hangover soup to our room as soon as possible?”

“Of course, miss.”

With that taken care of, Amelia headed to the restroom.

On her way back, she passed by one of the private dining rooms. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a hand shot out, grabbing her and pulling her inside.

Startled, Amelia almost cried out—until she caught the scent of crisp white shirt and expensive cologne, mixed with the faint trace of whiskey.

It was Ryan.