Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 587

Ryan took a shaky breath, found his phone, and dialed. After a few rings, someone picked up.

Aaron’s voice was as flat as ever. “Still breathing?”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Nope, I’m calling you from the afterlife.”

Aaron didn’t miss a beat. “If you couldn’t take me down while you were alive, I’m even less worried about you now. What’s up?”

“I need you to deliver the deed and keys for the Sadinton place to Amelia. She’s at the house right now.”

“Amelia?” Aaron paused, for once caught off guard. After a moment, he got it. “You mean Amelia? Alright, I’ll send someone.”

“Thanks. That’s it. Hanging up.”

“Ryan,” Aaron stopped him, his tone suddenly more serious. “The Genesis Project is officially underway. I heard Mr. Sadinton woke up for a bit. His research basically built the foundation for this whole thing. If he doesn’t make it to the end, we’ll carve his name in stone. You—”

“Don’t bother with me,” Ryan cut him off, wiping blood from his mouth, sounding almost casual. “I’m not interested in being anyone’s hero.”

Aaron got it. Ryan always had his own motives.

“Ryan, are you going to make it?”

Ryan pressed his hand to the bullet wound in his chest. His face was calm, almost gentle. “I promised her I’d survive.”

How he’d manage that was a whole different story.

—

Amelia waited for about half an hour.

Eventually, a sleek black SUV rolled up. A man in a tailored suit stepped out. He looked bookish but had that unmistakable power vibe.

The place looked different from what she remembered, but it was spotless—not a hint of dust anywhere.

She barely took it in. Instead, she hurried outside, opened her trunk, grabbed her toolbox, and headed straight to her grandfather’s study.

Thankfully, the floors had only been waxed and reinforced—the tiles themselves were untouched. Closing her eyes, Amelia traced her steps from childhood, crossing the room until her foot landed on one particular tile.

She knelt, pried it up with her tools, and found a metal ring underneath. With a strong pull, the wall slid open to reveal a hidden staircase.

Her grandfather’s secret library.

Inside, rare and ancient books from every corner of the world lined the shelves—priceless treasures Tony had spent his life collecting.

Amelia remembered being a little girl, sneaking into the study by accident and catching her grandfather coming out of the hidden room. He’d always been kind, but that day he’d lost it, forbidding her from ever setting foot in the study again.