Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 62

“Rough day, huh?” A familiar voice, filled with spite, slithered into Sophia’s ear. She flinched back, blinking at Ada for a moment before attempting to brush past her.

Seeing Sophia Ignore her. Ada narrowed her eyes. She snagged Sophia’s arm, leaning in close. “You ever wonder why your dad went after that secret stuff three years ago?”

Sophia’s head snapped up, her gaze sharp and cold. Ada’s smug smirk sent a shiver down Sophia’s spine. Her dad wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t touch something like a thermal weapon code on a whim. Unless… “Was it you?”

Ada’s face as she

a line, saying it was just some run–of–the–mill research data. He made it sound like snagging it would let the Taylor Group surpass the Wilsons. Your dad bought into it, spent a good two months scheming to swipe the code, but ended up falling right into Jason’s trap. Jason gave him a choice back then: either rot in jail or pull the plug on the Taylor Group. Well, your dad was too chicken to face the music, so he chose to throw in the towel on the company. And that, Sophia,

stretched across Ada’s face. “Oh, plenty of perks, believe me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Remember how Jason hates you? He wanted my dad to take down Taylor Group. Then, Jason made my dad

Jason? He’d destroyed her family, not just to vent, but to humiliate her. This was the man she’d loved for eight years? He’d poisoned her life, then turned his venom on her family.

her advantage, stepping closer. “And your little ‘accident‘ two years ago? I’ll ensure your father meets the same fate as that bastard you miscarried two years ago, with

mind, hatred flickering in her eyes. Ada, sensing that she had already stirred up Sophia’s anger, Instinctively reached out to caress her own belly, a wicked smile curling at the corner of her lips. ‘It’s about damn time to

Ada taunted. “Rest in peace can be a fragile thing. I can have someone dig her up, reduce her remains to dust, and scatter them to the wind. Think about

turned crimson, all rational thought dissolving, “You vicious bitch!” she roared, lunging for Ada’s throat. Her fingers dug in with a fury that