Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 86

“Salmeron, Mr. Salmeron!”

The frantic voices of several assistants echoed from the corner.

Clive and Bailey both looked up just in time to see a row of computer screens flicker off, then pop back on—this time, all in blue with a single line of text in bold white letters on a black bar:

“If a child goes astray, blame the parent.”

Bailey squinted, his confusion plain. “What the…?”

One of the assistants, a tech whiz, immediately started tracking the breach. “It’s an external hacker—got it!” He worked fast, tracing the signal back to its source. “They’re not even bothering to hide their tracks…”

“Mr. Salmeron, I have an address!”

Clive strode over to look. For a split second, he forgot to breathe. His always-controlled expression cracked.

“It’s King Capital’s headquarters in Melford,” he said quietly.

That could only mean one thing—the crash in Bailey’s two companies today was no accident. King Capital was behind it. And this was personal.

Bailey stared at the glaring message on the screen, the accusation practically burning into him.

He had two kids, and Clive was always the careful, level-headed one—the son he could trust not to make enemies. Which meant…

“Ow! That hurts!” Caroline’s petulant voice cut straight through the tension.

She’d just come back from the dentist, one cheek still puffed up, clutching an ice pack. Mrs. Salmeron hovered behind her, fussing with worry.

Oblivious to the mood in the room, Caroline looked up and spotted Clive. She rushed over, pouting.

“Clive, why didn’t you bring Amelia here to apologize to me?” She looked around, disappointment all over her face when she didn’t spot Amelia. “Tomorrow you have to divorce that woman—no, actually, before you do, make her kneel and apologize! I want to slap her ten—no, twenty times!”

Caroline was seething. Her parents had always pampered her, never so much as scolded her, and now that country nobody Amelia had dared to slap her? She wanted revenge, plain and simple.

“Dad, that shameless witch Amelia—she’s cheating on Clive! I caught her with another man!”

Clive’s face turned green with rage. “Caroline, stop making things up!”

“I’m not! I saw it myself!” Caroline hadn’t dared say this over the phone, worried Clive would never believe her. But now, with the company bleeding money and Bailey desperate for someone to blame, Amelia was the perfect scapegoat.

Bailey had always spoiled her. He’d believe whatever she said.

“Dad, I even found out who ruined my deal with Aurora Games—it was that guy Amelia’s been seeing! He told me himself that Amelia has suffered in this family for years, and he was going to get back at us for her!”

Caroline spun her story with total conviction, not noticing Bailey’s hand curling into a tight fist on his knee.

He stared at his daughter’s lying mouth, his expression going from grim to downright furious. His patience was gone.

“So you’re telling me that Amelia, who just woke up from a coma and can barely see, managed to find a lover already—and this lover single-handedly tanked my company in a day?”