Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 700

“Cameron!” Clive’s voice was cold as steel.

Cameron knew he’d pushed too far and quickly backtracked. “Alright, alright, I’m just running my mouth. Your precious ex-wife will be just fine, okay?”

Clive took a slow breath, then shifted back to the real issue. “Do you know where Ryan is right now?” He hesitated for a second. “And Zoe—what’s really going on between her and Ryan?”

“How would I know where Ryan is? But I do know this: Zoe’s still in Alson Creek. Probably with Ryan as we speak. As for their relationship…” Cameron let out a low laugh. “Come on, what do you think? The first time Ryan showed up in public as the heir, the woman by his side wasn’t Amelia—it was Zoe.”

He sounded almost amused. “So basically, Ryan’s never publicly acknowledged Amelia. But I’ll give Amelia this—she’s pretty ‘devoted.’ First, she chased after you and married into money. Now the divorce’s final and she’s already hooked up with Ryan… Honestly, she’s not ready for someone like him. She’s still too green.”

Clive’s brow tightened. “It was Ryan who was chasing Amelia, not the other way around.”

Cameron snorted. “Clive, I get it, you’re still hung up on her. But men like us—we always want what we can’t have. Once you get the girl, she loses that shine. If Ryan really cared about Amelia, would he have let her get dragged into something this dangerous?”

Clive fell silent.

He hung up and stared at his phone, the dark screen reflecting his troubled expression like a mirror.

If Ryan had really wanted to, he could have stopped all of this.

The truth was obvious—Ryan just didn’t care.

He didn’t care if Amelia got hurt, or if she was in danger.

A strange, guilty satisfaction crept into Clive’s chest.

So much for all the talk about true love.

Maybe Ryan’s feelings for Amelia were never any deeper than his own.

If Amelia could just come back safe, she’d see Ryan for what he really was—that she was nothing but a distraction to him. That meant Clive still had a chance. He could win her back.

“Salmeron, what are you thinking about?” Liana walked in from the kitchen, carrying a plate of fruit. She caught Clive lost in thought, phone still in his hand.

Clive glanced up as she set the fruit down in front of him. When she leaned over, her shirt slipped just enough for him to catch a glimpse of white lace underneath.

He didn’t bother to look away.

They’d already crossed every line together. Pretending otherwise felt pointless.

Liana noticed and, instead of covering up, reached out and gently pressed her hand over his eyes.

“No peeking,” she teased.

Her voice was soft and playful. With his view blocked, Clive noticed how much she even sounded like Amelia.

He brushed her hand aside, locking eyes with her, gaze sharp and intense.

He tried a little of everything and gave her a straightforward answer. “It’s good.”

Liana beamed, visibly relieved. “That’s great. You’ve eaten so many fancy meals, probably tried every Michelin chef out there. If you think my cooking is good, I must be doing something right.”

Clive smiled, pushing a little further. “Seriously, it’s impressive. Most girls your age don’t know their way around a kitchen at all. My sister Caroline is a few years older than you. When she was in college, she bought a big place near campus—and had two housekeepers with her the whole time.”

Liana’s voice dropped, a little wistful. “I’ve never been that lucky. My parents live in the city with my little brother. I grew up with my grandparents, and they always favored boys. I had to help take care of my cousin. Every morning before school, I cooked for everyone… That’s how I learned.”

She spoke while ladling soup into a bowl for Clive.

When she handed it over and saw him hesitate, she smiled. “But I’m tough. I didn’t just learn to cook—I got into one of the best universities. Since day one, I’ve paid my own tuition and expenses.”

She slid the soup closer, her tone sincere. “Salmeron, I’m not telling you this to get your sympathy. I just want you to know me better. I don’t expect to marry you or climb the social ladder. I really do like you. I’m grateful to you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

The last part wasn’t completely true, but Liana knew her strengths—she was young, full of life, and she looked so much like Amelia.

Whether Clive believed her didn’t matter. As long as she could make him lower his guard, even a little, she’d win.

Liana picked up some greens with her chopsticks, glancing at the phone beside her out of the corner of her eye.

The call she was waiting for should come any time now.

And right on cue, her phone started to ring.