Second Chance At Love

Chapter 81

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.”

Her plea was cut short by his phone buzzing. He pulled it out – 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, try to wake her.”

“Old hag waking up?‘ Ada thought, her mind racing. This could ruin everything. Once awake, her tricks on Sophia were over, maybe even jail

time.

Jason clenched his 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 pull her away from that old creep, and now he had one.

The initial panic subsided, and a cold fury settled in Ada’s eyes. This man cared more about 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 let it end like this. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

A cruel smile played on her lips. Jason wanted to play hero? Save his precious Sophia and then head to 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.”

The waiter scurried off, and soon after, the Lust PR manager found himself facing Ada in a secluded corner. “Miss Ada, what can I do for you?”

d by that perfumer was colorless and odorless, perfectly Ada swirled the vial in her hand, a 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 would be the icing on the cake.

“Remember how you got your job?” she asked, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness.

The manager’s eyes darted around. “Thanks to you, Miss Ada. I owe you everything. Anything you need.”

“No need for heroics,” Ada purred, her eyes glinting with malice. “Just mist Sophia’s clothes with this.”

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

“Coward.” Ada sneered. “Do you think I’d risk jail time with my status?”

Relief washed over the manager’s face. “Forgive my cowardice, Miss Ada. I’ll handle it discreetly.”

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“Good. Now get to it.” Ada turned back towards the private room, her eyes burning with murderous intent. “Sophia,” she hissed, “let’s see you get out of this one.”

Just then, Jason reached the private room and flung open the door with a bang. Inside, chaos reigned.