Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 280

“Who did you just say?” Clive’s words came out cold, each syllable sharp as ice.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard—he just couldn’t believe it.

Andrew? Seriously?

Everyone in the business knew Cloudcrest’s legal team. They were legendary—people even joked they were unbeatable up north. Any one of their lawyers could win a case with their eyes closed.

But Andrew… Andrew was the guy who once took on all thirty of Cloudcrest’s lawyers at the same time and wiped the floor with them. That lawsuit wasn’t just a loss—it was a total humiliation.

And Andrew didn’t come cheap. His consultation fee was fifty grand an hour. With what little cash Amelia had, how could she even dream of hiring someone like him?

Then it hit Clive—he’d given her a card once. Sixty million on it.

His hand clenched so tight on the desk his knuckles went white.

This woman actually had the guts to use his own money to divorce him.

“Salmeron, it’s Andrew. That Andrew, from Andrew & Associates,” Aiden confirmed carefully.

Clive’s grip loosened, finger by finger.

He forced down his anger, keeping his voice low. “Got it. Ask him to wait in the conference room.”

“Yes, sir.” Aiden turned to go, but Clive stopped him.

“Aiden.” Clive leaned forward, both palms pressing into the desk, his eyes dark and serious. “My wife’s just acting out lately. As for Andrew, she hired him for show. You’ve been with the company long enough. You know how much Amelia’s obsessed with me—how she can’t live without me. I don’t need to spell it out, right?”

Aiden had lasted this long as Clive’s assistant for a reason—he knew exactly what Clive was getting at.

“Of course, Mr. Salmeron. I won’t say a word.”

Clive nodded stiffly.

As soon as Aiden left, Clive pulled out his phone and called the bank. “Yeah, that card I gave you? I lost it. Freeze it, please.” He paused, sliding a hand into his pocket. “Actually, my wife Amelia’s personal card is missing too. Better freeze that one as well.”

He knew Amelia only had two cards. The one he gave her—she barely used it. She always insisted her own money was enough.

Amelia’s personal card held her savings from all these years. Clive had seen the balance by accident once—barely a hundred grand. Just pocket change, really, the kind Caroline would blow on a couple of designer bags.

He’d never thought much of it.

But looking at it now, Amelia’s frugal streak was just in her bones.

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