Ch. 340: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Calvin had vanished after his release from prison.

His mastery of counter-surveillance techniques had kept him hidden from sight, leaving no trace behind. While Bianca never spoke of him, the bond between them was undeniable. Calvin had no one else to contact but his daughter.

Her connections made her involvement inevitable.

The poison Calvin used to escape had passed through Pharaoh’s hands. There was no way this had nothing to do with him. Kevin had to track Calvin down.

Just then, his phone rang.

“Mr. Edwards,” a voice reported on the other end, “this number is now inactive. The last time it was used was at a public phone booth.”

Kevin sighed. It was exactly as he expected.

Still, he’d held out hope, however slim, that Calvin might slip up. If he hadn’t changed numbers, there could’ve been a chance to pinpoint his location.

But this only reinforced Kevin’s understanding: Calvin was a man of precision and mistrust. To draw him out, bait was essential.

That Night

Calvin moved silently through the shadows.

Clad in full gear, he blended seamlessly with the night, his sharp gaze scanning the area for any sign of danger. At his waist rested a gun, and he carried two daggers for close combat.

After traversing the dense jungle, his caution lessened as he approached a hidden outpost. Faint lights glowed from within the trees.

“Who’s there?” a guard barked, raising his weapon.

Calvin removed his hat, revealing his face, his expression cold and menacing.

“Do you not recognize me?”

The guard quickly lowered his gun, his demeanor changing to one of fear. “Master Calvin, my apologies! I didn’t realize it was you!”

The man ushered Calvin inside with nervous haste.

The structures nestled in the jungle were modest wooden houses, stacked haphazardly yet possessing a certain rustic charm.

Calvin’s sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, noting every detail.

Before he could proceed further, Archer emerged from one of the houses, his laughter booming.

“Calvin! Long time no see. You didn’t even let me know you were out of prison. If you had, I would’ve picked you up personally! You just had to make an entrance, didn’t you? Trying to keep me on my toes?”

Calvin’s expression remained unreadable. His gaze briefly swept over Archer before he replied flatly, “How are things here?”

Archer clapped him on the shoulder with exaggerated cheer. “Same old, same old. I’m keeping everything under control, waiting for you to return. Come on in! I’ve got food, wine, and entertainment ready just for you.”

Without a word, Calvin followed Archer inside.

A lavish feast awaited them—a table laden with fine dishes, premium liquor, and scantily clad women from foreign lands, their garments a mix of the exotic and the provocative.

While Archer basked in the revelry, Calvin’s mood remained cold and detached.

“Try this dish,” Archer said, placing food on Calvin’s plate. “It’s a delicacy—best thing you’ll ever taste!”

Ignoring the food, Calvin sipped his wine and stared at Archer with piercing intensity.

Sensing Calvin’s unease, Archer chuckled nervously. “Relax, we’re family here. You’re back now, so let’s be clear—out here, you and I are equals.”

Calvin’s voice was icy. “You’ve been keeping busy, but don’t forget, Pharaoh hasn’t given the go-ahead.”

Archer’s grin faltered, but he quickly recovered. “Come on, Calvin. Pharaoh’s not even here right now. Besides, isn’t this all for your daughter? Trust me, soon enough, the heat on this city will die down.”

Calvin’s expression hardened. “What’s with the female corpses?”

Archer stiffened, then downed a glass of wine to mask his discomfort. “What corpses? Are you accusing me of something? You think I’d be that reckless?”

“Pharaoh ordered no unnecessary moves. You know the consequences of disobeying.” Calvin’s voice was sharp and unyielding.

“Pharaoh’s not even in the country,” Archer replied casually, his tone laced with a dangerous undertone.

Calvin’s eyes narrowed. “So, you admit it?”

Archer smiled slyly. “There’s no proof it was me. Besides, we’ve been allies for years. If I had done something, you’d accuse me like this? I’ve welcomed you with open arms, shared my bounty, even offered to share half of my territory with you. Don’t tell me you’re biting the hand that feeds you.”

“You want to betray the organization?” Calvin’s tone was venomous.

Archer’s smile faded. “Accusing me again, are you?”

“You’ve gone back to your old ways,” Calvin said, his voice deadly. “I have every reason to believe you’re planning to go rogue.”

Archer had resumed his illegal activities, including organ trafficking, and his reckless actions were bound to attract police attention. It was only a matter of time before suspicion fell on the organization.

Archer, however, seemed unconcerned. He laughed loudly, a mocking edge in his voice.

“And what if I am? Are you going to run crying to Pharaoh?”

Calvin’s expression grew darker. “You have some nerve.”

Archer leaned back confidently, his grin widening. “Pharaoh isn’t here to stop me. And you won’t tell him.”

“Oh?” Calvin’s tone was skeptical.

“Don’t play dumb,” Archer said, his smile turning sinister. “I know your secret, Calvin. If Pharaoh finds out, do you think we’d both survive?”

Calvin’s jaw clenched, his breathing steady but his tension palpable. “What secret could you possibly know?”

Archer’s grin deepened. “Your precious daughter, Bianca.”

At this, Calvin’s entire demeanor shifted, his icy composure cracking ever so slightly.

Archer seized the moment. “So here’s the deal. You keep quiet about me, and I’ll do the same for you. We’ll coexist peacefully. Who knows? Maybe one day, we won’t have to answer to Pharaoh at all.”

It was clear Archer had no intention of staying under Pharaoh’s rule. With Pharaoh’s absence, Archer had resumed his old trades and was preparing to seize power.

For Archer, this was the perfect opportunity. He envisioned a future where Pharaoh was no longer a threat, where he ruled unchallenged. But for now, he needed Calvin’s silence.