Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 37

Evan’s expression hardened It’s an extremely vicious form of black magic an evil art that severs a person’s fate. Think of it as Death sending you a death notice. When Death decides that you die at midnight, you die at midnight. One way or another… you will die.”

A sharp chill swept through the room. Ivana’s face drained of color, her composure shattering instantly,

“But that doesn’t make sense. I escaped all the previous accidents and assassinations. Even this time, I survived!” Ivana grasped at the last bit of hope she had.

“That’s because you relied on external forces to change the process of death. The Death Writ doesn’t vanish after one failed attempt―it stays with you. You didn’t change the outcome. You only delayed it.” His words fell like stones of ice, plunging the

room into a suffocating silence.

Ivana’s face went ashen as her whole body trembled. ‘In other words… It’ll keep coming until I die….

The next instant, she grabbed Evan’s hand with desperate strength, as if clutching the last rope before the abyss. “Evan, you have to save me. I don’t want to die!”

She moved closer, heat radiating from her body. Evan felt a shiver crawl up his spine as the soft, overwhelming curves beneath her thin nightgown pressed against him.

‘Damn… Ms. Stanton’s aunt really is something. And with those pleading eyes, treating me like I’m her only hope… Any man

would cave.‘

Facing Ivana’s desperate yet adoring gaze, Evan felt a strange surge, as if he were standing before a fallen goddess begging for salvation.

He drew in a sharp breath, thinking, Now this is life! Compared to three years ago–being treated like a disposable stand–in by Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya–I really was living like a dog.‘

“Ivana, don’t panic. Let me take a look first.” Evan quietly activated the Ninefold Arcane Arts, examining the condition inside her body. The deeper he probed, the grimmer his expression became. “It’s exactly as I thought–the Death Writ. I’ve studied some geomancy and metaphysical methods, but with my current level… I can’t dispel something this advanced. However…”

His tone shifted. “I can temporarily suppress it.”

Ivana’s eyes lit with fierce hope. “Please save me, Evan, I’ll give you anything you want!”

Money meant nothing to her–just numbers that could be rewritten.

“Of course, if you don’t want money or power… If what you want is me… that’s possible too.” A glimmer of warmth and something far more dangerous shone in Ivana’s eyes.

Her words hit Evan like an explosion. ‘She did not just say that! Holy shit. She’s the Queen of Finance, for goodness sake!‘ And that was exactly why her offering herself so straightforwardly made it feel surreal.

“Kiddo, why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because of Sylvie?” Ivana leaned closer, voice low. “Don’t worry about her. I may be her aunt by name, but we’re as close as sisters. I don’t mind sharing.”

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