Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 81

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Sophia and Ada were like night and day. If Jason wanted Sophia to beg, he’d squeeze someone she cared about. But Ada? She’d crumple at the first sign of pressure, all dignity out the window. Compared to Sophia, she just wasn’t in the same league.

“Jason, please,” Ada choked out, tears welling in her eyes as she looked up at him. “I know I messed up. Don’t shut me out.”

Seeing her fragile state, Jason wavered. He reached out and wiped away a stray tear, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the private room. Was he really letting this happen? Last time, Oliver swooped in and stopped George’s rampage. This time, Oliver was supposedly celebrating Roger’s birthday abroad. Who was going to rescue her now? Could he stand by and watch her get mauled by some old perv? If something happened here, they were definitely done. The thought of completely cutting ties with her twisted something in his gut. He wouldn’t admit he cared, but four years of marriage left a mark.

Ada sensed his hesitation, her eyes darting towards the private room as well. She couldn’t let him back in, not after all this. “Jason, could

you.”

Ada’s tears wasn’t exactly high on his list. He put it on speakerphone, letting Ada hear the message. “Jason, where are you? Your grandma’s showing signs of waking up. Doctors want you back

This could ruin everything.

time.

jaw, a plan forming. “On my way.” Hanging up, he practically marched towards the private room. This call was a godsend. He needed an excuse to

that “slut” than she ever imagined. Blinded by arrogance, refusing to admit it. But when he finally realized Sophia’s importance, it would be too late. Five years of planning, all for nothing if she didn’t get what she wanted. No, she wouldn’t

Time to take out both the old woman and that tramp in one fell swoop. “Hey, walter!” she barked, catching the attention of a

the Lust PR manager found himself facing Ada in a secluded corner. “Miss Ada, what

bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. The potion concocted by counteracting the medicine the old lady was currently taking. As long as a little bit got on her, she would undoubtedly die, Framing Sophia for it

how you got your job?” she asked, her voice

eyes darted around. “Thanks to you, Miss

Ada purred, her eyes glinting with

manager’s face. “Miss Ada, are you talking about… murder?”