Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 225

There were a few villas up for sale in the fancy gated community.

Amelia called the real estate agency in charge of the listings.

“Hi, I’d like to take a look at the villas for sale in Golden Water Bay,” she said.

Agents for places like this could always tell who had real money. The moment the agent heard her young, female voice, his tone turned icy. “Miss, Golden Water Bay only sells, we don’t rent. The starting price is three hundred million, cash up front. No loans, no payment plans. And you’ll need to show proof of funds before you can view anything.”

The message couldn’t have been clearer: Don’t waste my time if you can’t afford it.

Without missing a beat, Amelia sent over her ID and said coolly, “I’m Mrs. Salmeron—Cloudcrest Salmeron Clive’s wife. Am I qualified to view the property?”

She knew her days as Mrs. Salmeron were numbered, but she might as well use the title while it still had some weight.

There was a pause. Amelia could hear frantic typing on the other end—clearly the agent was checking her credentials.

Less than three minutes later, the agent was back on the line, his voice suddenly full of respect and honeyed politeness. Every word oozed deference for a VIP.

“Mrs. Salmeron, of course. When would you like to come by? I’ll make myself available whenever you are free!”

Amelia kept her tone cool. “I’ll be free in the next couple of days. I’ll call to confirm.”

“Absolutely, Mrs. Salmeron! I’ll be waiting for your call.”

She put her phone down and stared straight ahead at the road, her face calm and expressionless.

Back at home, Amelia took a quick shower, changed into an ivory business suit, and pulled her long hair back into a low ponytail. She looked poised and sophisticated, but her complexion was a little pale.

Before heading out, she put on a touch of makeup, and the woman in the mirror instantly looked more alive.

She checked the time, grabbed her files, and hurried out the door.

Across the street was the West Medicine building.

As she crossed, she spotted Kristen’s white BMW pulling up. There was a man in the passenger seat—tall, broad-shouldered—not Clive.

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