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.”

– his mom. Great timing. Dealing with 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 here,

This could ruin everything. Once awake,

time.

plan forming. “On my way.” Hanging up, he practically marched towards the private room. This call was a godsend. He needed an excuse to pull her away from that old creep, and now

he finally realized Sophia’s importance, it would be too late. Five years of planning, all for nothing if she didn’t get what

the mansion? Fine, she’d play the villain again. Time to take out both the old woman and that tramp in one fell swoop. “Hey, walter!” she barked, catching the attention of a nearby staff member. “Get me the PR manager, now.”

and soon after, the Lust PR manager found himself facing Ada in a secluded corner. “Miss Ada, what can I

medicine the old lady was currently taking.

your job?” she asked, her voice laced with

“Thanks to you, Miss Ada. I owe you everything. Anything you

her eyes glinting with malice. “Just mist Sophia’s clothes with this.”

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