Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 387

Clive had barely sat down—he hadn’t even warmed the chair yet—when he was up again, heading straight for the R&D department.

Down the hall, a group of bodyguards in black suits were hauling equipment out under Andrew’s supervision. The whole second division looked like it was being stripped bare.

“Easy with that! That machine’s worth thirty million!” Andrew shouted, orchestrating the move.

Clive stormed over, his face dark with anger. “Stop! What do you think you’re doing, Andrew?”

Andrew turned, spotting Clive marching over, rage written all over his face. He flashed a polite smile, just a little too smug to be friendly.

“Mr. Salmeron, here’s the situation,” Andrew said, strolling up with infuriating calm. “That machine is Ms. Amelia’s property. Actually, if I’m not mistaken—” He leaned in a little, dropping his voice, “A lot of the equipment here, even the desks and chairs, were paid for with Ms. Sadinton’s salary, weren’t they? So, sorry, but we’ll be taking everything that belongs to her today.”

Clive’s jaw tightened so hard it almost hurt.

He couldn’t deny it. Back then, after Clive married Amelia and moved her into the Salmeron home, she lived and ate under their roof. She was technically on the payroll, but the money just moved from one pocket to another.

When Clive first took over, he wanted the company’s books to look clean, so he set her salary at just one dollar a year, promising he’d make it up to her later when he was more established.

Amelia had agreed.

But if anyone found out she was only paid a dollar, people would talk—the Salmerons would look like they were treating their own daughter-in-law like a servant.

So, on paper, Amelia got a regular salary, but there was a separate expense line saying she’d volunteered to use her pay to buy supplies and lab equipment for the R&D department.

That way, the Salmerons looked generous and the books stayed neat.

“Remember now, Mr. Salmeron?” Andrew said, grinning wider. He leaned closer, voice low. “You might want to warn your security team. The guys I brought today are from the Packman family, and some of them are armed.”

Packman family.

Clive pictured Ryan’s smug, handsome face and balled his fists even tighter.

So Amelia really had found herself a powerful backup.

Clive’s anger turned cold. “Fine. I know better than to mess with the Packmans.”

He spun around and left without another word.

He’d just wait. Sooner or later, Ryan would toss her aside when he got bored. When that happened, Amelia would come crawling back, tail between her legs, begging for another chance.

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Westside Medical.

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