Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 750

Clive burst through the front door, immediately spotting the frantic maid pounding on the bathroom door.

"Ms. Salmeron, please calm down!"

Seeing Clive, the maid looked as though she'd seen a savior. "Mr. Salmeron, thank God you're here! She trapped Ms. Jenkins in the bathroom and is beating her! If this keeps up, she's going to kill her!"

Clive lunged forward and twisted the doorknob, but it was locked from the inside.

Liana's desperate, agonizing cries pierced through the heavy wood.

"Ms. Salmeron, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong! Please don't hit me anymore! Help—"

"Caroline!" Clive's jaw tightened in fury. "Open this door right now!"

There was no response from Caroline. In truth, she was entirely incapable of responding.

Every time she tried to open her mouth, Liana shoved her face brutally into the bathwater, making her choke and swallow mouthfuls of water. She couldn't say a single word.

Liana's expression was vicious, but her voice remained pitiable. "Clive! Clive, save me! Ms. Salmeron, I swear—I never tried to seduce him!"

Clive's face was ashen. He pounded his fists against the door. "Caroline! I told you to open the damn door!"

Suddenly, the bathroom fell eerily silent.

The next second, a deafening crash echoed through the room.

It was the sound of something heavy smashing into glass.

Gasping for air, Caroline watched in sheer horror as Liana deliberately slammed her own forehead into the vanity mirror. The glass shattered, and blood immediately poured down the side of Liana's face, making her look both terrifying and deranged.

Caroline always thought she herself was unhinged, but she never expected Liana to be a completely different breed of psychotic!

Liana stared down at Caroline, laughing softly as she smeared the fresh blood across her own face.

"Tell me," Liana whispered. "Who do you think Mr. Salmeron is going to believe? You, or me?"

Caroline gritted her teeth. "You crazy bitch! You're going to pay for this!"

"Do you think I don't know you? Framing people, violence—aren't those your specialties?" Clive glanced at the wretched Liana, then at the baseball bat lying near Caroline's feet. His chest he heave with fury.

"Clive!" Caroline cried out, desperately reaching for his arm. "Don't believe her! This slut framed me on purpose! Just because she looks like Amelia, she—"

At the sound of Amelia's name, Clive's raging expression turned utterly lethal. He raised his hand and delivered a vicious, resounding slap across Caroline's face.

The force of the blow threw Caroline's head to the side. Her cheek swelled instantly, and a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. Holding her face, she stared at Clive with wide, disbelieving eyes. Her lips trembled. "Clive... you hit me? You hit me for this whore?"

Watching this unfold, Liana's eyes, hidden behind her wet hair, shifted slightly, a dark gleam passing through them.

She knew exactly what was happening. Clive hadn't hit Caroline for her sake; he had done it for Amelia!

He hadn't raised a hand against Caroline even after seeing Liana "tortured" like this, but the mere mention of Amelia's name had made him lose control completely.

It seemed she had underestimated just how deeply Amelia influenced Clive.

Liana's lips curled into a tiny, hidden smile. This was perfect. The more Clive cared about Amelia, the more she, as the substitute, could exploit him for.