Chapter 637

"What do you mean?" Madeleine glanced at Ava Adams, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You heard me." Ava flicked her lighter, looking dead serious. "She thinks I'm some greedy flirt who got all dizzy from a pie falling out of the sky and landed straight in your lap. Figures I'd take advantage of you or something…" Madeleine took a deep breath, her gaze locked on Ava. "Phoebe Turner's people?" "That woman will do anything to get what she wants," Ava muttered, eyes sharp. "Clinton's mess just hit the fan, and you're smack at the center of it. Big tree, lots of shade, tons of people watching. She's probably throwing any bug she can find at you—I'd stay sharp if I were you." Anyone close to Madeleine who might get near sensitive info? Instantly on Phoebe's radar. "Hah…" Madeleine gave a cold snort as she sank into the sofa. "Well then, guess it's time we return the favor." Ava raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk forming at the corner of her lips. The two shared a knowing look—nothing needed to b