Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297 The Shadow of the Black Sun

Zeke decided to take matters into his own hands.

If he continued relying on the three heiresses, he was as good as dead.

“The priority is to find out where Thaddeus hid the life-saving drug. After that, I’ll force Hazel’s parents to reveal the source of the energy drug…”

His thoughts were clear, but his brows remained tightly furrowed. Neither task would be easy. The most effective approach would be force-but who could he rely on?

The last time, he had spent a fortune hiring Mylo, only for the attempt on Evan to turn into a complete fiasco. Now, he no longer trusted any of Silverton’s local forces. They were unreliable.

“No choice… I’ll have to contact the organization.”

A sharp glint flashed through his eyes in the darkness.

He was not like the other failed test subjects.

Strictly speaking, he had been a success-the only issue was that the radiation from the experiment had severely damaged his body. As long as he could recover, he would immediately be able to return to the organization.

“Leightons, Solbergs… Evan Norwood. Just wait. This isn’t over.”

He was already imagining the day he fully recovered. When that time came, not a single one of them

would escape.

They would all die.

Especially Evan.

Meanwhile, Evan had been thriving these past few days.

Not only did he have Sylvie and Estelle by his side, but his cultivation had also progressed at an incredible pace. In just a few short days, he had fully stabilized his mastery of the third stage of the Ninefold Arcane Arts.

Previously, in his rush to refine the life-saving drug, he hadn’t taken the time to truly comprehend the depth of the third stage. Now, he slowed down, building his foundation step by step, allowing his understanding to deepen.

Cultivation required patience-there was no rushing it.

“So all that time I spent entangled with those three really did slow down both my pace and my progress,” Evan thought to himself.

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State of mind was just as important. If one were constantly weighed down by stress and worry, how could one cultivate properly? Not losing control entirely would already be a blessing.

Cutting ties with Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya had proven to be more valuable than he had ever imagined.

Back then, they had only held him back. But now that he had severed everything completely, his drive to cultivate had grown stronger than ever.

Beyond curing the Iron Dragon and Ivana, there was something else he wanted-to uncover the truth about his origins.

If he wasn’t truly a Norwood, where did he come from? Who were his real parents? Why had they never come looking for him all these years? And what did the pendant represent?

He intended to uncover every one of those answers.

Evan’s expression hardened, his gaze turning sharp.

It wasn’t that he had never tried to investigate before-it was that he had never had a direction. Even the Norwoods had been kept in the dark for over a decade. And with the three heiresses by his side back then, he had treated the Solberg family as his second home, abandoning the search altogether.

But now, standing alone, his desire to uncover the truth had only grown stronger. Still, his immediate priority was to resolve Ivana’s and the Iron Dragon’s conditions.

Almost as if on cue, Ivana called.

“Kiddo, can you come over for a bit? I need to talk to you…” Her tone carried an unusual heaviness.

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