CHAPTER 72 Nothing But A Trap

　　Almost instantly Ada's face seemed to darken at the sound of her mother's footsteps click-clacking away from the office and disappearing down the corridor. Her pouty lips curled into a sneer of disgust as she narrowed her eyes at Ann.

　　"You think you're so fucking perfect don't you?" Ada spat furiously, the full force of her hatred burning clearly in her eyes as she glared at Ann intently.

　　Ann laughed suddenly, an ironic sound that seemed harsh in the quiet of her office, and completely out of place given the statement that Ada had just made.

　　"And there she is." Ann smirked, almost triumphantly, "I knew the real you was hiding under there. What is this? Keeping up the pretense of a remorseful, vulnerable woman so that my staff takes pity on you?"

　　"Shut up! I don't know how you got Adam wrapped around your little finger, but he was supposed to be mine!" Ada hissed furiously.

　　Ann laughed again as she raised a mocking eyebrow at her.