Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 209

Kristen and Lena showed up at the door, waltzing right in like they owned the place.

Rachel groaned and smacked her forehead. Of course—she’d totally forgotten to lock up when she came back in. Now she’d just let in the last people anyone wanted to see.

Amelia shot Kristen a frosty glare, making it clear she wasn’t in the mood for games. “What do you want?”

Kristen didn’t even get a chance to answer before Lena jumped in, her tone dripping with fake concern. “Ms. Sadinton, what’s up with your break room in R&D? Not even a water cooler? Does Salmeron just expect you to dry out in here?”

Lena looked way too pleased with herself.

Amelia just scoffed. “If you’re so worried, Lena, why don’t I call Clive and you can ask him yourself?” She pulled out her phone, thumbing at the screen like she’d actually make the call.

Lena’s smirk faltered, and she shot a desperate look at Kristen for backup.

Kristen stepped in, all soft smiles and gentle words. “Don’t mind Lena, she’s just messing around. Anyway, whatever you need for the break room, I’m sure Salmeron will have it sent up soon.”

Rachel was about ready to explode. “If you two want to put on a show, go find a stage. Acting out your little good cop-bad cop routine in here is just gross.”

Kristen barely acknowledged Rachel, her attention fixed on Amelia as she plastered on another bright smile. “Actually, Amelia, I’m here to drop something off on Salmeron’s behalf.”

She handed over a bottle of ointment—but it was already a quarter empty.

“Salmeron sent this over for you. I accidentally twisted my ankle getting out of the car, just a tiny thing, so I used a bit. Didn’t want to waste Salmeron’s kindness, so I brought you the rest. Your ankle’s in much worse shape than mine, so you’ll probably need it more.”

Kristen looked at Amelia with those big, innocent eyes, dripping with fake concern. “You should really take care of that ankle.”

Rachel felt like she was about to blow a fuse. Was Kristen seriously here just to brag? Her so-called injury was hardly more than a bug bite, but Salmeron had bought her ointment anyway—while Amelia’s ankle was still swollen like crazy.

Amelia didn’t even look at the ointment, so Kristen just set it on her desk.

“Just use it, okay? No point wasting Salmeron’s thoughtfulness.” With that, Kristen strutted out, heels clicking, Lena throwing Amelia a smug look as she followed.

“Ugh, what is wrong with those people? No shame at all.” Rachel spat, slamming the door shut and double-locking it. She turned back to Amelia, her face softening with worry.

“Boss…”

She knew how much Amelia cared about Salmeron. This had to hurt.

Rachel chewed her lip, searching for something comforting to say. “Don’t let it get to you, boss. I’m sure Salmeron gave her the ointment because he knows you’re a doctor and—”

She didn’t finish. Her eyes went wide as she watched Amelia calmly grab a tissue, pick up the ointment like it was something disgusting, and toss it straight into the trash.

It didn’t matter if Kristen had already used it or if Clive himself had delivered it—Amelia would’ve thrown it away either way.

As the workday wound down, over in the CEO’s office, Aiden was sorting through files. He couldn’t help noticing Salmeron sneaking glances at his phone every few minutes.

A message popped up. Clive glanced at it, but his face didn’t change—if anything, his eyes just got colder.

“Salmeron, are you waiting for someone to text you?” Aiden, his personal assistant, could read Clive better than anyone.

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