Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 The Ultimate Trump Card

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When Evan’s divorce was finalized, it would mean one thing–both of them would finally have a chance.

And with the cooling–off period almost over, only seven days remained.

Both Sylvie and Estelle had already started making their moves.

Sylvie still carried herself like the lady of the villa, managing the household with flawless order.

She even helped ease Evan’s burdens, supporting him quietly and gently.

With Hazel and the other heiresses serving as cautionary examples, Sylvie carefully avoided every pitfall they had fallen into.

Estelle, however, was the complete opposite.

She followed Evan everywhere like a shadow.

She even followed him during training, refusing to leave his side for even a moment.

Sylvie finally couldn’t stand it anymore and dragged her outside. “Can you act a little more mature? Evan’s busy! And what’s with the way you keep calling him like that? Since when do you get to speak to him like that?”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. How had she ended up dealing with such an infuriating woman in this lifetime?

“Why can’t I talk to him like that?” Estelle smirked playfully. “Someone sounds jealous. Guess you just can’t be cute the way I can.”

“You-” Sylvie’s eyes widened in fury, but she quickly forced a smile. “You’ve stayed in my house long enough. Time to go, don’t you think? I’ll give your father a call.”

With a cold sneer, Sylvie pulled out her phone.

‘Let’s see how smug you are after that.‘

To her surprise, Estelle showed no fear at all. She looked completely unconcerned.

“Go ahead and call. My dad and mom both fully support me. They’ve already accepted Evan as their future son–in–law. Evan even came over for dinner at my house. We are basically one big family! Can you say the same?”

Estelle lifted her chin proudly, radiating smug confidence.

Sylvie felt numb.

What a nightmare of an opponent.

She couldn’t outtalk her, and informing Sean was useless. They were clearly on the same team.

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It was like trying to grab a hedgehog–spikes everywhere, nowhere safe to touch, but what angered

Sylvie even more came next.

Estelle suddenly pulled out her ID card.

“What are you doing with that?” Sylvie’s eyes widened.

“To get a marriage certificate, obviously.”

Estelle said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Opportunities belong to those who come prepared. This ID card is ready for Evan. Seven days from now,

once his divorce is finalized, we’ll go register our marriage immediately. Seamless transition.”

At that moment, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck Sylvie.

She stood there stunned.

This girl had already prepared everything?

She was completely behind!

Sylvie had been far too naive. She had never even thought about things like this.

She had always assumed that since she and Evan were already living together, her advantage was obvious.

“No! You can’t marry Evan!”

Sylvie’s face turned ashen when she snapped back to her senses. She lunged forward to grab the ID card.

Estelle nimbly dodged and sneered.

“Why can’t I marry him? Sylvie, do you really think you’ve already won? You’re just like Hazel. You even look like her. Do you really think Evan would pick you after his divorce? No chance.”

Hearing Estelle say she looked like Hazel, Sylvie nearly exploded.

That was nothing short of an insult.

‘You’re the one who looks like Hazel!‘

Estelle refused to back down. “Men like women who are young, pretty, and proactive. I check every box. I’m the perfect wife for Evan.”

Sylvie’s face twitched with anger. Unwilling to admit defeat, she shot back, “My aunt is the Queen of Finance. She’s insanely wealthy. What about you?”

“I’m eighteen.” Estelle blinked innocently.

Sylvie continued, “My grandfather is the Iron Dragon of South Dominion. One man above millions. What

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about you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“–”

“I’m eighteen. Eighteen!”

No matter what Sylvie said next, Estelle answered with the exact same words.

“I’m eighteen.”

Sometimes she even cut Sylvie off mid–sentence–just to repeat it a second time. 1

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