Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 699

“Let’s go,” Liana said with a sweet smile, heading into the complex with Clive.

Clive was polite enough, but he had the air of someone used to being waited on. Liana carried both bags of groceries, and he didn’t even offer to take one.

She didn’t make a big deal of it.

They got into the elevator together. Clive stood just behind her, a little to the side. Liana could feel his eyes on her the whole time.

She couldn’t help but smile a little.

The past couple of days, she’d done her homework on Clive. If she was going to stick close to someone like him, she had to be prepared.

People said Clive’s first love was his college junior and former assistant Kristen, but Liana had found out something different. The ex-wife everyone gossiped about—Amelia, the so-called gold-digger—she was the one Liana actually resembled.

She’d looked up old college photos of Amelia. Their faces were maybe seventy percent alike, but their figures were nearly identical.

It all made sense—the way Clive looked at her, the way he would hold her from behind in bed and, in the heat of the moment, murmur Amelia’s name.

Liana knew her place now. She was meant to be Amelia’s stand-in.

So she’d gotten her hair cut and styled just like Amelia wore it back in college.

Suddenly, Clive reached out and hooked a strand of her hair with his finger, twirling it lazily.

“Why the haircut?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, the sound curling around her in the close space of the elevator.

Liana’s ears warmed.

“It was getting too long, so I trimmed it a bit,” she said, glancing back at him with a soft smile. “Do you like it?”

She looked up at him, open and innocent.

Clive smiled. “You’re very well-behaved. I like girls who know how to behave.”

But the way he looked at her wasn’t as an equal. It was more like she was some obedient pet.

The elevator doors slid open. Clive strode out ahead, long legs covering ground fast.

Liana followed behind, groceries in hand, watching his broad back with a faint, crooked smile.

Well-behaved. She’d heard that word all her life.

Once inside the apartment, Liana took the groceries straight to the kitchen.

Clive trailed after her, leaning against the doorway. “Need any help?” he asked, the question just for show.

He stared for a while, then finally pulled his eyes away and checked his phone. He scrolled through messages and replied to a couple of work emails, but couldn’t shake the restless feeling. After a minute, he got up and stepped onto the balcony, calling Cameron.

“Cameron, how much do you know about what’s going on with the Packman family?”

Cameron knew exactly what he meant.

“You mean Ryan, right?” There was a weary edge to Cameron’s voice. “When he was just the illegitimate son, I already knew to stay away. Now he’s running the Packman family for real. It’s not just us—even Felix wouldn’t dare cross him.”

Cameron dropped his voice. “Packman Global says George is sick and gone to Switzerland to recover, but from what I hear, everyone else in the family is missing except Ryan. The guy’s a maniac, Clive. Stay away from him.”

Clive pressed his lips together. “What about him and Amelia?”

Cameron snorted.

“Come on, you really think Ryan was ever into Amelia? Back in college he couldn’t have her, now he’s got money and power, so he went after his old ‘goddess’ to prove a point. He got what he wanted, realized she wasn’t all that, and dropped her. What does a divorced woman like Amelia mean to him now? Don’t forget, Zoe—the shipping tycoon’s daughter—is chasing him all over the place.”

Clive’s voice was stiff. “I don’t think Amelia’s any less than Zoe…”

Cameron sighed. “Clive, I know she’s your ex and you’re still hung up on her, but you need to wake up. It’s over. Don’t forget—Amelia nearly ruined you in the divorce.”

He paused, then added, “Amelia’s plane lands on Gwenny Island in a few hours. Whether she’ll make it back from this trip… who knows.”