Ch. 344: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 344

Chapter 344

Norah suggested, "If you're worried, go see him. Not for his sake, but for your own peace of mind. Once you see he’s safe, you’ll feel better."

Sasha nodded thoughtfully, offering her support.

Bianca hadn’t slept the entire night.

Her thoughts were consumed by Kevin’s safety. She’d even called Calvin for reassurance, but while he’d assured her there was no danger, her instincts told her otherwise.

By morning, Bianca was utterly drained. Though exhaustion tugged at her, she remained on edge, her ears straining for the slightest sound that might signal Kevin’s return. But the silence dragged on—no news, no updates.

For once, Bianca couldn’t bring herself to care about the ratings for Demon Bone.

Sure, the ratings had been strong yesterday, and she knew Glory wasn’t doing as well as expected. That knowledge had provided some comfort. It meant she was winning—for now. After all, this was her chance to outshine Norah, in both reputation and love. And Bianca had always taken pride in excelling at everything she did.

Yet Kevin’s absence was a cloud she couldn’t shake.

Curled up on the sofa, she was startled by a noise at the door.

Her heart leapt. Could it be Kevin?

She rushed to the door and flung it open with hope in her eyes. "Kevin!"

Instead, Cleo stood there with a tray.

"Ms. Lynch, I brought you breakfast," Cleo said, stepping inside.

Disappointment washed over Bianca, and her excitement fizzled. "Just leave it on the table," she muttered, retreating into the living room.

Cleo set the tray down and tried to engage her. "Ms. Lynch, did you see today’s trending topics? Glory is picking up steam!"

Bianca snorted, her tone laced with sarcasm. "So what? They probably bought some hot searches. It’s the oldest trick in the book. No matter what they do, it won’t save that flop. Norah’s too green to think she can produce a hit just by throwing money around. At best, it’ll fizzle out after some initial noise. Meanwhile, Demon Bone is leagues ahead—and the reviews prove it. I might even snag an award this year."

Cleo hesitated, sensing Bianca’s overconfidence, but eventually chimed in. "You might be right. Still, the ratings for Glory have spiked significantly—they’ve hit the top spot on their platform."

Bianca froze mid-sip of her coffee. "What did you say?"

Cleo repeated, "The viewership jumped overnight. It’s trending now. Word of mouth seems to be catching on."

Grabbing her phone, Bianca searched for herself, and her expression darkened as she saw the surge in Glory’s popularity. In just 24 hours, its ratings had multiplied several times over, showing no signs of slowing down.

Bianca’s jaw tightened. "It’s just an online drama," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "The ratings for Demon Bone are still better. They’ll never touch us. This hype is nothing compared to the legacy of Demon Bone. A small production like Glory doesn’t stand a chance."

Bianca clung to her reasoning. For years, fantasy dramas like Demon Bone had dominated the market, built on strong IPs with wide appeal. Naturally, its viewership would grow steadily over time.

By contrast, Glory was a niche drama—she refused to believe it could match Demon Bone’s success.

"I think you’re right," Cleo said, trying to reassure her. "They’re probably desperate for money—that’s why they’re already selling merchandise like crazy."

Bianca scowled but opened another tab to verify Cleo’s claim. To her dismay, Glory’s merchandise was flying off the shelves. The presale numbers were impressive.

"Do we have merch ready for Demon Bone?" Bianca demanded sharply.

Cleo hesitated. "I’m not sure. I can look into it."

"Do it," Bianca ordered. "If they’re releasing merchandise, we’ll do the same. No way I’m letting Norah win. She went all-in on that drama, didn’t she? Let’s make sure it bankrupts her."

Cleo nodded and hurried off to make calls.

But even after giving orders, Bianca couldn’t sit still. Kevin’s absence gnawed at her more than her rivalry with Norah.

"I can’t take this anymore. I’m going out," she said abruptly, grabbing her coat.

Cleo blinked. "Where are you headed, Ms. Lynch?"

"To Kevin’s place," Bianca replied. "I need to see if he’s back."

"But what about breakfast?"

"I’m not hungry," Bianca said curtly. She slung her bag over her shoulder and strode out the door, instructing her driver to head to Kevin’s residence.

As they drove, something caught her eye—a sleek new car she immediately recognized.

It was the one Kevin had given to Norah. Bianca knew for a fact it hadn’t been included in their divorce settlement.

Her chest tightened, and her fingers clenched her purse.