Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 334

Diana was about ready to explode.

“That’s it, forget dinner. Turn the car around. We’re going to Cloudcrest right now. I’m going to hunt down Clive and knock some sense into that jerk!” She yanked open her Dior tote and, without hesitation, pulled out a pair of nunchucks.

Amelia just stared. “Why do you have nunchucks in your bag?”

Diana rolled her eyes. “I played a vigilante in my last drama. They’re a prop. That’s not the point. The point is, I’m going to take care of Clive.”

“Babe, breathe.” Amelia calmly took the nunchucks away, way more collected than Diana, even though she was the one actually involved. “He’s not worth wasting our girls’ night on.”

Diana’s pretty face fell into a pout. “But with all these terms, how are you supposed to get divorced?”

Amelia gave her a reassuring smile. “Trust me. Next week, I’ll show you my divorce certificate.”

She’d been worried Bailey would play it cool and not slip up, which would make things tougher for her. But after that last message, all her doubts had disappeared. Now, she was just waiting for Bailey to hand her the evidence she needed.

Diana knew Amelia was always the smart one, always a step ahead. She could never quite keep up—but she only had one thing to say. “Just tell me if you need anything. I’m here.”

“Don’t worry. I can handle it.” Amelia smiled at her, eyes warm with affection.

Even with her own mess to deal with, Diana was always thinking of her.

Clive had never liked Diana. He thought she was too loud, too brash, and he looked down on her for being an actress.

When Amelia was in a coma for five years, Clive actually hired bodyguards to keep Diana from visiting her.

Before she woke up, Amelia had sometimes worried that five years apart might break their friendship.

But time only made their bond stronger, like aged wine—getting richer, not fading away like sand in the wind.

When they got to the restaurant, Diana put on a baseball cap and wrapped a silk scarf over the lower half of her face before getting out. She kept her head down and trailed after Amelia.

At the front desk, Amelia asked about their reservation, but the hostess looked awkward and admitted she’d made a mistake—their private room had already been given away.

Amelia frowned. “So what now? We drove all the way here. Are you telling us to just leave?”

The front manager hurried over, all apologies. “I’m really sorry, ladies. If you’re okay with it, I’ll set you up in the main room, somewhere private. And I’ll personally send over two of our signature desserts, on the house.”

At this hour, finding another good spot would probably mean a long wait.

Amelia glanced at Diana, who nodded. “Alright. Please just show us to our table.”

The manager led them to a quiet corner, tucked beside a wall of greenery and hidden behind a zigzag screen, with only two narrow walkways in and out.

It felt private enough.

As they settled in, Amelia noticed a gorgeous bouquet of red roses on a table beyond the screen.

Pretty romantic.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Is that table reserved?”

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