Ch. 279: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 279

Chapter 279

Norah smiled. “It’s not really helping. You’ve got the talent, and this was a collaborative idea. Anyone with your determination would’ve succeeded. Besides, helping you is helping myself.”

Sasha chuckled. “Every Maximus needs a Bole to recognize them. This is fate! Anyway, I’ve got to get back to work. Let’s catch up again soon.”

“Sure,” Norah replied as the call ended.

Emani, leaning on the desk with a mischievous grin, said, “Norah, you’re incredible. You should totally be Sasha’s agent.”

Norah shook her head. “You’re giving me way too much credit. Her success was inevitable. Traditional media might not have done the trick, but short videos? That’s a whole new ballgame.”

It wasn’t like the old days when fame relied solely on media exposure. Being the trailblazer always left an unforgettable mark.

As the workday wrapped up, Norah turned to Emani. “Time to head home.”

“Got it.” Emani started packing her things. “But we’re not going the same way, so I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

Norah laughed. “See you then.”

The two parted ways, and Norah walked alone for a bit. She didn’t call for a taxi right away—after sitting all day, she needed to stretch her legs. She also noticed her belly had started to grow, a constant reminder of the life she was nurturing. Stroking her stomach, a soft smile spread across her face.

Not far behind, a car followed silently.

Norah paused to brush some dust off her shoes and snapped a couple of photos with her phone. Unbeknownst to her, her casual actions were being closely observed.

From the driver’s seat of the following car, Jace watched her intently, a faint smile playing on his lips. His sharp, alluring features—particularly the tear mole near his eye—made him all the more striking. He glanced at the basket of freshly picked strawberries on the seat beside him, content to bide his time.

Eventually, Norah flagged down a taxi. As she got in, she gave the driver her address and settled into her seat. But the faint scent of perfume caught her attention. She glanced toward the driver, who seemed to be deliberately hiding her face.

“Hello,” Norah said cautiously.

“Hello,” the driver replied. Her voice was soft but unsettling.

Norah grew uneasy. Most drivers didn’t cover their faces like this. It felt out of place. “I just remembered—I need to make a stop. Let me out here.”

The driver hesitated. “You’re headed home, right? It’s late, and canceling now would be inconvenient. I’ll get you there quickly.”

Norah’s suspicion deepened. “How do you know I’m going home?”

The driver stiffened but quickly recovered. “It’s just a guess—most people are heading home after work at this hour.”

Something was definitely wrong. “Stop the car. Let me out now,” Norah demanded.

The driver ignored her, accelerating instead. Panic surged through Norah as she realized the danger she was in. She lunged for the steering wheel, shouting, “Stop the car!”

The driver reacted swiftly, striking Norah’s shoulder with enough force to knock her unconscious. A smug smile spread across her face as she glanced at her limp passenger. But before she could savor her victory, she noticed a Mercedes-Benz following closely behind her.

The driver gritted her teeth and tried to shake the tail by speeding up. However, the other car stayed right on her bumper, relentless.

Finally, after a tense chase, the Mercedes forced her car to the side of the road, nearly sending it off a bridge. The driver slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to an abrupt stop. The Mercedes skidded to a halt in front, blocking her escape route.

Jace stepped out of the Mercedes, calm but menacing.

The driver, a red-haired woman, got out as well, trying to play it cool. “What’s the rush, Jace? Aren’t you usually so precise? Or are you more eager than I am this time?”

Jace’s cold eyes flicked to Norah in the backseat. “Is she the pregnant woman you were talking about?”

The red-haired woman adjusted her hat and smirked. “What’s with the interrogation?”

Ignoring her, Jace opened the car door and lifted Norah into his arms. The red-haired woman’s smug demeanor faltered. “What are you doing?” she snapped. “The boss wants her dead. Her organs are worth a fortune! That’s the mission.”

Jace’s expression hardened. “Leave it to me.”

The woman grabbed his arm, her voice rising. “Are you insane? You’re risking everything for her! Do you think the boss will just let this slide?”

Jace glared at her, his voice icy. “She’s not dying.”

The red-haired woman was stunned. “You’ve never flinched before. Why her? What’s so special about this woman?”

Jace didn’t answer. He carried Norah to his car and placed her gently inside. The red-haired woman’s frustration boiled over. “You’re throwing everything away for her? The farm, the strawberries—was it all for this one woman?”

Jace finally broke his silence. “Stay out of it.”

“You’ll regret this, Jace!” she shouted, her voice trembling with rage. “If she lives, we’re both as good as dead!”

Without another word, Jace got into his car and drove off, leaving the red-haired woman standing by the roadside, seething with disbelief.

“Who is she, Jace?” she muttered to herself, her voice heavy with bitterness. “Why is she worth more than your life?”