Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 348

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The four men stared at the photos, their eyes lingering on every detail, grinning and snickering like they’d just stumbled onto something dirty.

“Mrs. Salmeron sure is generous, huh? Letting us have a go at her own daughter-in-law,” one of them joked, making the others burst out in low, sleazy laughter.

Mrs. Salmeron barely glanced at them, her face twisted with disgust. She waved a hand, shooing them toward the inner room. “There’s food and plenty of drinks inside. Go eat.”

She’d picked this suite on purpose. It wasn’t just a private dining room—it was practically a mini apartment, with a separate dining area, a lounge, even a game room. Plenty of space for them to do whatever she needed them to do.

Once the men disappeared inside, Caroline finally spoke up. “Mom, why bother putting out food for those guys?”

Mrs. Salmeron’s smile was cold. “Who knows if one of them will suddenly grow a conscience and back out? If even one holds back, the whole plan falls apart. I spiked their food and wine with plenty of aphrodisiac. Trust me, they won’t be able to resist.”

Caroline laughed and gave her mom an approving thumbs up. “You think of everything.”

Mrs. Salmeron stepped out into the hall. There was only one suite on this floor, all the way at the end. No escape routes, nowhere to hide. She’d already made sure the security cameras nearby were turned off.

She headed downstairs, where another private room was waiting. Inside, a group of reporters she’d personally arranged were already on standby.

Seven or eight entertainment journalists, all loyal, all paid well. Give them the right price and they’d write anything she wanted.

“Ma’am, the press releases are ready. As soon as we get the photos, they’ll be all over the internet. We’ve got thousands of stories queued up.”

Mrs. Salmeron smiled, satisfied. “Good. When it’s done, everyone gets a big bonus.”

She’d planned everything out. There would be rumors and gossip, stories about how Clive was worn out by his marriage, hints about Amelia’s poor background and how she’d schemed her way into the family. By the time it was over, the internet would be drowning in hate for Amelia.

Saints go to heaven, sinners go to hell. Nothing ever changes.

After this, Clive would be the perfect victim, the handsome, wronged husband. When news of the divorce broke, every rich girl in town would be lining up for him.

Mrs. Salmeron’s smile grew even more smug.