Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 635

“No!” Kristen’s heart slammed in her chest as she stared straight into the black mouth of the gun. Panic swallowed her. “Ryan! Killing someone is—”

Click.

The empty snap of the trigger echoed in the small space.

Ryan’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “One.”

Kristen screamed and curled up, shaking so hard her teeth chattered. “Don’t kill me! Please, don’t! Let me go, I swear I’ll leave and never come back—just let me go!”

“Two.”

He pulled the trigger again.

Another empty click.

Kristen was shaking even harder. This guy was out of his mind. He was really going to kill her. And as a Packman, he had a hundred ways to make her vanish without a trace.

“Ryan, please…” Kristen crawled to his feet, desperate, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything, just let me go!”

Ryan looked down at her, then bent over, pressing the cold barrel of the gun to her head.

She flinched and trembled under the metal, pure survival instinct kicking in. Her hands shot up to grab his, and his skin was freezing—it sent a chill straight through her.

How could someone be this cold?

Before she could even process it, Ryan kicked her away. She crashed into the boat’s side, pain exploding through her ribs and making her break out in a cold sweat. Her bones felt like they might be shattered.

God, he was ruthless.

“If you want me to let you live, fine.” Ryan tossed her a small bottle of pills. His voice was ice. “Swallow everything inside.”

Kristen hesitated, her hands shaking. “What is this?”

The look Ryan shot her was enough to make her blood run cold. He was ten times scarier than Clive. Without another word, Kristen dumped the pills into her mouth and forced herself to swallow.

Ryan gave a faint, mocking smile. “You like drugging people, don’t you? This one’s for you. It’ll mess with your nervous system, destroy your memory. First, you’ll get headaches. Then your mind will start slipping away. Before long, you won’t even remember your own name—you’ll lose yourself completely.”

He knelt down in front of her, eyes empty and merciless.

“I’ve given George a new formula too, so he can keep helping you test medicines. If it works better, we’ll update your treatment.” Amelia’s voice was soft and gentle, floating on the breeze. “Ryan, as long as I’m here, you’re going to live a long, healthy life.”

Ryan smiled. “Okay.”

“Where are you?”

“Fishing,” he replied lazily. “Just gave a dumb fish a little taste of its own medicine.”

“What?” Amelia sounded confused, but another call was coming in on her end. “I have to go—Dr. Borgen’s calling.”

“Alright.”

Amelia switched lines.

“What is it, Dr. Borgen?”

His voice was urgent. “Amelia, I need your help with something…”

“Of course, just tell me what you need.”