Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 360

Andrew slipped in behind Ryan, silent as ever.

He edged away from Adlee, making sure to keep a safe distance from the idiot.

Ryan’s eyes were lowered, fingers moving slowly as he took off his watch.

His voice was flat, impossible to read. “You really got it out for Amelia, huh?”

Adlee’s expression twisted, his eyes flashing with anger. “She fired me just for talking back. That bitch actually thinks she’s somebody! She’s barely older than me and acts like she owns the place. Who does she think she is?” He let out a cold laugh. “She got lucky this time, but luck runs out eventually—hey, what are you doing?”

Before Adlee could finish, he noticed a glint in Ryan’s hand—a razor blade wrapped in a handkerchief.

Without warning, Ryan dragged it across his own neck.

Blood beaded up and ran down in a thin line.

Ryan’s smile turned chilling, the red on his skin making him look almost inhuman.

Adlee’s bravado vanished in a heartbeat. He’d always thought he was the craziest guy in the room, but Ryan was on another level entirely.

Ryan started walking toward him. Adlee, still cuffed to the chair, yanked at the restraints, panic taking over. “What—what are you doing?! Somebody help!”

A second later, Ryan shoved the blade into Adlee’s hand.

Adlee froze.

Before he could even process what was happening, the handkerchief Ryan had used was slapped over his face.

Punch after punch landed—hard and fast—the blood soaking through the cloth and turning Ryan’s knuckles red.

Ryan’s grin only grew, his eyes wild and sharp, but underneath it all, he was cold as ice.

Andrew adjusted his glasses and scooted back a few more steps, pressing himself against the wall.

Ryan was losing it, going harder with every hit. Adlee, who’d been thrashing just a minute ago, was barely twitching now.

Andrew finally found his voice. “Mr. Packman, Ms. Sadinton’s waiting outside for you.”

Francisco had told him: if things got out of hand, just mention Ms. Sadinton.

Andrew hadn’t really believed him, but the moment Ryan’s bloody fist stopped in midair, he realized it was the real deal.

Just saying Amelia’s name worked like magic?

Perfect. He’d found his golden ticket.

A slight smile flickered behind Andrew’s glasses as he followed Ryan out, pulling out his phone to quietly edit Amelia’s contact info—deleting the “(Ryan pays)” note so it was just “Ms. Sadinton.”

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