Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 199

Amelia knew for sure—Kristen was doing this on purpose.

She gave a cold, defiant smirk and, instead of backing away, pressed down on the accelerator. She drove straight at Kristen, not flinching for a second.

Her own car was a luxury model worth over four million, far superior to Kristen’s, and the power showed—Kristen’s car was forced to retreat, inch by inch.

Kristen hadn’t seen this coming at all. The Amelia she used to know avoided trouble at all costs, soft-spoken and gentle, never one to start drama. Even if Amelia had gotten a bit sharper lately, Kristen never took her seriously.

But now? Was she crazy?

The road was nearly empty at this hour, and Kristen could hear Amelia’s engine revving, louder and louder, like it was ready to leap forward and crush her on the spot.

A chill ran down Kristen’s spine. At the last second, she jerked the wheel and swerved away.

Their cars passed, and as they did, Kristen glanced through her window at Amelia, suddenly putting on an innocent, apologetic face like she’d only just realized who was there.

“Oh, Amelia, I didn’t realize it was you! So sorry, I’m still getting used to this car,” Kristen called out, picking up a shiny thermos from the seat next to her. “Clive messaged me—he said his stomach was hurting and he wanted some of my soup, so I made some and brought it over.”

Amelia recognized that thermos. She’d seen it before in the kitchen at the villa. If Kristen had it now, there was only one explanation—Clive had used it to bring her things before, and now Kristen was using it for him.

Kristen smiled sweetly. “You’re heading to work this early? Why not come back and have some breakfast with Clive? I made more than enough soup…”

Just looking at her made Amelia sick. She rolled up her window and hit the gas, pulling away without saying a word.

Through the rearview mirror, Kristen watched Amelia’s car speed off. The smile slipped from her lips, replaced by a cold, satisfied glint in her eyes. She tossed the thermos carelessly onto the seat, shifted into reverse, spun the wheel, and smoothly drove back toward the villa at the end of the road.

Inside, the morning light filled the living room. Adrian had just woken up and was putting on his glasses when he heard the front door unlock.

He looked over, expecting Clive, but instead saw Kristen breeze in, glowing as always, carrying the thermos like she belonged there.

“Oh, Dr. Reed, you’re here too? Clive didn’t mention you’d be staying. If I’d known, I would’ve brought you breakfast as well.” She sounded perfectly apologetic, the picture of a thoughtful hostess.

Adrian just stared at her, at a total loss for words.

“Is Clive in the master bedroom?” she asked.

“…He’s in the study,” Adrian replied, pointing upstairs.

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