Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 The Collision She Feared

Evan sensed the impending explosion and hurried after Sylvie.

What he didn’t know was that Hasel, Roxanne, and Anya had already started to turn back.

Something crossed Anya’s mind. She glanced at Hazel and asked, “What do you think Evan’s reaction is now that we just left?”

The question made Hazel and Roxanne pause.

“What reaction could he have?” Hazel replied with certainty. “He’s definitely sulking. He’ll regret it once he cools off.”

Roxanne nodded. “He came to ask for our help. Not only did he fail, but he also made the situation worse. Of course, he’s upset. Perhaps he might still be standing right there.”

That possibility made all three of them smile.

“Let’s go back and take a look.”

“Maybe we’ll even catch him throwing a fit.”

They were completely convinced Evan would eventually lower his head.

No one gambled with their own life.

Right now, Evan was nothing more than a clown to them. The colder and more aloof he acted, the more entertaining it was for them.

His arrogance didn’t earn their respect. If anything, it only made them more certain he couldn’t live without them.

So, they were assured of their victory.

Nevertheless, they froze when they returned to where Evan previously was-no one was there.

Evan was gone.

“Hmph. Guess he ran fast,” Hazel spat with a cold snort.

Instead, she marched straight to the door of Villa No. 1 and threw it open. “Who’s in there? Get out of here!” Her voice rang through the entryway.

A striking young woman in light, revealing clothing suddenly appeared before her. She even looked somewhat confused.

Sylvie immediately froze where she stood.

The woman was Estelle.

She had expected anyone, even Hazel and the others. Anyone but her-the very rival who had once made her feel the faintest hint of pressure.

‘Didn’t Evan already turn Estelle down? Then, why is she here? And now she’s come straight to the house.’

Sylvie’s blood pressure rose sharply as she glimpsed Estelle’s calm yet subtly tempting expression. She might be playing the modest card, but she was undoubtedly here to play.

Sylvie’s vision turned spotty, and she almost fainted from intense rage.