Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 144

Amelia hummed a tune while taking a luxurious bath, her phone buzzing with a text from Yara.

“Everything’s set.”

Those two words made Amelia laugh through her face mask.

Sophia was so desperate for a win she’d become blind. Yara had been ruined by her, yet Sophia was arrogant enough to think the girl was still under her thumb.

If she wants to walk into the trap, who am I to stop her?

Finished

Amelia sent her daily check–in text to Sebastian. Regardless of whether he replied, she tucked herself in and drifted off.

Eighty–eight floors up at Sterling HQ, Sebastian was staring at a line in Amelia’s itinerary: Buying clothes.

“Ryan, explain something to me. If a woman needs a ton of stuff, why wouldn’t she use a man’s credit card?”

Sebastian had given Amelia a black card with no limit, yet the balance remained untouched. It was bothering the hell out of him.

Ryan was running on three hours of sleep and caffeine; his brain was mush. He answered without thinking.

“Maybe she’s just not that into him. If she doesn’t want his money, she probably doesn’t want a future with him either.”

Sebastian’s face went dark as a tomb. He death–stared Ryan.

THUD!

He slammed his phone onto the desk, the sound making Ryan jump out of his skin.

“Sir… did I say something wrong?”

Ryan swallowed hard, seeing the lethal glint in the boss’s eyes. Every cell in his body was screaming danger.

Sebastian gritted his teeth. “Next time you feel like talking, don’t.”

With that, Sebastian stood up and stormed out of the office.

Ryan followed, wanting to cry. Sir! You literally asked me to answer!

Sebastian drove to the Bennett estate, idling in the dark and staring at the third–floor balcony.

After a while, he started trying to Venmo Amelia, but he hit the daily transfer limit of twenty thousand. His scowl deepened.

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9:50 am

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He sat there and manually sent twenty grand dozens of times until he finally felt a bit better.

But Ryan’s words were stuck in his head like a splinter.

Does she really want nothing to do with me?

The thought made him sick. He tossed his phone into the passenger seat and floored it, the tires screaming against the asphalt.

Finished

The next morning. Amelia stretched as the sun hit her face. She checked her phone and blinked at the time–6:30 AM–and then saw the notification wall.

Sebastian had sent her dozens of messages.

“Is there an emergency?”

She opened the chat, only to see a literal waterfall of yellow transfer receipts.

At 2:00 AM, Sebastian had gone on a money–sending rampage without saying a single word. Is he possessed? Amelia sent back a question mark and a note, “Sebastian, I have plenty of cash. You don’t need to do this,” He’d already given her five million after the auction, and her offshore accounts had enough zeros to buy a small country. She was fine.

Sebastian, who hadn’t slept a wink and was back in his office, felt a pang in his chest when he read that.

She really doesn’t want my money?

Just then, Ryan walked in with massive dark circles under his eyes, holding a coffee. “Sir, you should really sleep. You’re going to crash at this rate.”

A random pop–up ad appeared on his phone, “Men over thirty: Late nights make you age faster and perform worse!”

Sebastian’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone. “Ryan, I think you’re bored. There’s a project in deserted land that needs a lead. Pack your bags,”

Ryan’s knees actually buckled. “Sir! I didn’t do anything!”

“Hmph!” Sebastian stood up, giving him a lethal side–eye. “You talk too much.”

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