Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 A Photo Sparks Suspicion

The man’s build resembled Evan’s?

That was outrageous

Roxanne’s question made Hazel and Anya go blank for a moment.

Before she said it, they wouldn’t have connected the dots. Now that the thought was planted, the

semblance jumped out at them too.

The man and Evan did look similar.

Both were slender

“Still… how could that be possible?” Anya let out a strained laugh. “Roxanne, are you saying Evan is the owner of Villa No. 1? That’s impossible. Stop joking.”

They dismissed it instantly-almost in sync.

After all, how could they accept it?

In their minds, Evan had always been the pitiful freeloader who survived by clinging to them.

Despite his current rebellion and disrespect toward them, he would surely return to their side and keep donating blood to Zeke.

That was a fact to them.

Acknowledging that Evan was the owner of Villa No. 1 meant denying everything they thought they

knew.

“True.”

Roxanne also began to see she might have been too paranoid.

She steadied herself and continued trying to undo the blur.

The man’s blurry face grew clearer and clearer.

“It’ll be done soon…”

All three of them held their breath, hearts pounding

In the very next moment, a huge red error message exploded across the screen.

Their devices had been infected with a virus.

To prevent anyone from removing the blur filter, the Cortex Team attached a malware installer to every photo and media posted online.

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Anyone who tried to increase the clarity of those media would have their devices infected with a virus

“I give up!”

All three of them drooped like deflated balloons. Their hopes crashed in an instant. Just moments ago, they’d been so close.

Anya muttered again, half-stubborn, half-shaken, “He really looked like Evan…”

Zeke scoffed. “You still think that was Evan? Isn’t my body similar to his? Why didn’t you say it was me?”

Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya snapped out of their funk. “That’s right! He does look like Zeke as well!”

As they stared at Zeke, they began to imagine how much alike the man in the video was.

It was guesswork-blind and desperate-but it made them feel better.

After all, they were the minority. Most people who saw the posts wouldn’t even think to remove a blur, let alone bother trying. Only they had been obsessed enough to attempt it.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious nightclub located in Silverton…

A group of young men was drinking and having fun together.

They were the heirs of the rich families in Silverton.

Even in a crowd like that, their attention kept circling back to one person.

Darius.

Ever since Darius became the heir of the Norwood family, he was made aware of how this rather casual group represented a vast network of connections.

He took the initiative to fit in with the group. Soon, he was their leader.

“Everyone, I just saw something interesting,” Jasper Gill said with a grin. “Two gorgeous women were spotted on a date with the same man.”

Jasper was the heir of the Gill family, one of the families under the Norwoods.

“Oh?” The men perked up immediately. “Gorgeous women?”

The room stirred.

These men lived for pleasure-women and alcohol were just entertainment to them.

But being pretty wasn’t enough to impress them. Still, the moment Jasper said it, their eyes

interest.

lit up

with

Jasper handed over the photo.

“Whoa!”

Instantly, the men reacted, voices rising in excitement.

Their focus was not the same as Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya’s,

The three women were focused on the blurred-out man, while the group was focused on the two women who had not been blurred out.

“Show it to Mr. Norwood,”

Jasper handed the photo over with an ingratiating flair.

Darius barely looked up. To him, women were nothing but distractions on the road to power.

“Wait!”

Suddenly, Darius stared at the photo as though he had discovered a secret. The expression on his face shifted in a heartbeat: shock… then darkness… then suspicion.