Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 111

Amelia pulled out the old research documents. In the “supervising professor” box, Dr. Borgen’s signature swept across the page with his usual flair.

Jared.

The paper was yellowed and brittle at the edges.

Dr. Borgen had always said that once she graduated, he wanted her to lead a team of her own—this project would be her first big step. He believed in her, thought she’d blow everyone away, and with his backing, she’d probably get fast-tracked into the Royal International Medical Association as their youngest ever member.

But here she was, seven years later, only now daring to open the file again.

Footsteps echoed outside. Amelia immediately recognized Clive’s heavy tread—he was back.

Her face cooled. She walked out to meet him, but even before she saw his face, the smell hit her: whiskey and some woman’s perfume, sweet and cloying.

Amelia’s expression barely shifted, just a tiny crease between her brows.

“I had an important party tonight,” Clive said, flopping onto the bed and draping an arm over his eyes. He looked miserable. “Amelia, make me some hangover tea, will you?”

“…Sure.”

She kept her voice even, turned away, and ordered takeout on her phone.

Hangover tea for him? As if he deserved it.

Amelia waited for the delivery in the living room. She was bored, so she flipped on the TV, channel surfing until she landed on a live broadcast from the same charity gala. These events happened every few months—supposedly for charity, but really just a place for wealthy people to trade favors and show off with flashy donations.

She was about to change the channel when she spotted Clive in the crowd.

He stood out, as always. And right next to him, hanging on his arm, was Kristen—dressed to kill, looking every inch the perfect partner.

Amelia felt sick just looking at them. She turned off the TV.

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