Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 A Rival Worth Fearing

Why did it have to be her?

Sylvie was confident that she could outshine them and calmly asserted, irr the tone of a lady of the house, that Evan was hers ita were anyone else.

However, Estelle was different.

Their appearances and figures were quite evenly matched, but Estelle had a slight edge when it came to sheer presence. She was still a student and a well-known campus belle.

Worse still, judging by her daring and subtly flirtatious outfit… she was exactly the type Evan might find attractive.

The fact that she was already staying here only made Sylvie’s chest tighten.

The more she thought about it, the darker her expression grew.

The two women locked eyes.

Not a word was spoken, but the atmosphere inside the villa changed the moment their gazes met.

Things had gone tense and charged. It seemed as if sparks were about to fly.

They both instinctively straightened, each unwilling to give an inch.

“Uh…” Artemisia rushed over, drawn by the noise. However, she froze upon seeing them. She edged closer to Evan and whispered, “Dr. Norwood, aren’t you going to step in?”

Neither of these two women seemed easy to manage.

Evan shot her a flat look. “This is exactly why I didn’t want her to stay here. And you kept treating her as my wife, as if things weren’t already complicated enough.”

Artemisia forced an awkward smile. “I… didn’t expect it to end this way. Dr. Norwood, I apologize. I didn’t consider all the implications.”

Only then did she realize she might have just ignited a full-scale battlefield.

“Are you Sylvie? Evan has mentioned you before. You’re truly beautiful!” Estelle suddenly stepped forward, cheerful and bright, taking Sylvie’s hand warmly.

Before she could continue, Estelle cut in smoothly. “Sylvie, don’t speak to me like you’re the lady of the house. I know what really going on.”

Her smile stayed sweet, but her words landed clean and sharp.

“Neither of us has won Evan over yet. That means we’re on equal footing.” She tilted her head lightly. “If anything, I might have the advantage.”

Sylvie’s mind blinked out for a moment. ‘Ugh! Such a mischievous little devil-she’s already done her homework.’ Sylvie understood right then that Estelle would be tougher to handle than Hazel, Poxanne, and Anya put together. Prior to their meeting, Sylvie only sensed that Estelle slightly outshone her in presence.

Now, she had the chance to take full stock of Estelle.

Estelle was a formidable opponent, a seductress who was ready to throw hands unlike certain self-righteous fools, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Sylvie never fully regarded Hazel and the others as serious threats despite their three-year connection with Evan.

Estelle was different. She was the one rival Sylvie couldn’t afford to overlock, even if the girl had only known Evan for three days.

Ultimately, Sylvie knew the real problem lay with herself. She had yet to win Evan’s favor. She also knew that Estelle wouldn’t be a threat once she did.