Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 670

The one-eyed fortune teller was closing up shop, half-distracted as he glanced over at the last fortune stick left on his table.

The fortune poem read: Spider lilies bloom for doomed love, on the banks of Forgetfulness, sleep alone; stars sink into the blue sea, hearts shatter, dreams crumble like jade on Kunlun’s peak.

He shook his head and sighed. “After a whole day of readings, the last one turns out to be the absolute worst…”

He was still muttering when a shadow suddenly blocked out the light above him. Startled, he looked up—and found himself staring at a ridiculously good-looking man whose sharp energy screamed trouble.

The fortune teller shrank back, nervous. “Sir, are you here for a reading? I’m closing up for the day…”

Before he could finish, Ryan grabbed him by the collar, none too gentle.

“That girl who just came for a reading—what did you tell her? Lie to me and I’ll make sure you lose your other eye.”

The fortune teller stammered, “She asked about love… She said she likes someone but doesn’t know if they have a future.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “And?”

The old man fumbled for the fortune stick and handed it over, trying to look innocent. “Fate gave her the worst draw. I just read what it said, that’s all—ow!”

Ryan yanked him closer. “Go find her and give her another fortune. I don’t care what she asks, just make sure she gets the best one.”

The fortune teller looked panicked. “Sir, that’s against the will of heaven! There will be consequences!”

Ryan just laughed, eyes dark with a kind of wild confidence. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’ll get punished for going against the heavens. But if you cross me, I guarantee you’ll see the consequences right away.”

The fortune teller gulped and said nothing.

Meanwhile, Amelia was standing in front of the cathedral, feeling a little down as she stared up at its towering spires. She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes to pray, when someone tapped her on the shoulder from behind.

She turned around and saw the fortune teller, all smiles.

“Miss, as I was packing up, I suddenly remembered that today’s a special day. That means your earlier fortune doesn’t count. You need to draw again.”

Amelia looked at him, a little doubtful. “Are you serious?”

“Of course! I’ve been reading fortunes here for twenty years, you think I’d trick a young lady like you?” He handed her the tube. “The last draw doesn’t count. Go ahead, draw again. I took your money, so I have to see this through.”

Amelia closed her eyes and shook out another fortune stick, this time more sincerely.

The new poem read: On wisdom’s boat, old ties are formed; through cycles of life, your heart stays true. At the river’s edge, you’ll turn and see—good luck and clear skies, just for you two.

When the fortune teller saw it, he grinned. “Ah, this is the best one! It means after all the ups and downs, everything gets washed clean. You and your special someone will finally find real happiness and light.”

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