Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 661

Liana went rigid, her whole body stiff with nerves.

Her fists were clenched so tightly her palms were damp with sweat. Clive’s face was just inches away, totally lost in the moment. He was drunk, his breath thick with the sharp scent of alcohol. She tasted it on her lips and felt it swirl through her mind, leaving her dizzy and numb.

For a second, Liana wondered if maybe she was a little drunk too.

Then her eyes drifted past Clive’s shoulder. She spotted someone—another man—walking toward them.

“Clive?” Cameron called, sounding hesitant, like he wasn’t quite sure.

That one word broke the spell. Clive’s eyes shot open, red and wild. Liana jerked away from him in a panic, hand flying up to cover her mouth. Her eyes stung with tears as she bolted, running off without looking back.

Liana was tiny, completely hidden behind Clive before. From where Cameron stood, he hadn’t even noticed her until now. But as he watched her sprint away, the whole scene made sense. A man and a woman, practically tangled up together—what else could it be?

And the woman... Cameron noticed she was wearing a waitress uniform. He frowned and hurried over to Clive.

“What was that? Who was she?”

“I thought she was someone else,” Clive muttered, clearly not interested in explaining.

Cameron just shrugged. Clive was single, and with his status, women practically lined up for a chance with him.

He handed Clive a tissue. “Here, wipe off the lipstick. Honestly, maybe it’s good to have a little fun. Time to let Amelia go, man.”

Clive just glanced at him, silent. He wiped his mouth, balled up the tissue, and tossed it into the trash.

“I’m not feeling great. I’m gonna head out early. Apologize to everyone for me, will you?”

“You sure you’re good to drive? I can call a driver for you,” Cameron offered, looking a little worried.

Clive shook his head. “I’ll order a ride.”

He headed out to the parking lot, pressed the button on his key, found his car, and slid into the back seat. His head was pounding. He pulled out his phone, called for a driver, shared his location, and let his head fall back against the seat, eyes closed.

His phone buzzed—an international number. Richard.

He’d asked Richard to dig into Ryan’s past overseas.

The light in Liana’s eyes faded in an instant, snuffed out by his offer.

“Mr. Salmeron, I’m not here for your money.” She held out a small thermos through the window. “I saw how much you drank and grabbed some sober-up soup from the kitchen for you.”

Clive hesitated, not taking it. “Thank you, but my housekeeper will have something ready for me at home.”

Liana’s face fell. She pulled her hand back, looking embarrassed. “Oh… I get it. It was presumptuous of me. Someone like you probably wouldn’t drink soup from a stranger anyway.”

Clive wasn’t the type to get soft easily, but the way she lowered her head reminded him so much of Amelia. Back in the day, whenever he let Amelia down, she’d look down just like that, quietly say, “Oh… I see,” and never blame him out loud.

Something inside him softened. He reached out. “No, give it here. Thank you.”

Liana’s head snapped up, her eyes shining with surprise and hope. She quickly handed him the soup, almost tripping over her own excitement.

Clive couldn’t help but smile a little. Girls her age were so easy to read—their feelings were either written all over their faces or splashed across social media.

Liana glanced at the empty driver’s seat, then looked back at him, summoning her courage. “Mr. Salmeron, if you haven’t called a driver yet… I could take you home. I have a license, really!”