Ch. 345: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 345

Chapter 345

"Ms. Lynch!" Cleo hurried over, holding a sun umbrella to shield Bianca from the glaring sun.

But Bianca’s skirt was already stained.

“This Norah has no class at all. Let me help you clean it.” Cleo quickly knelt down and pulled out a tissue to wipe the dirt off Bianca's skirt.

Bianca glared in the direction Norah had left, her eyes blazing with anger. She hated Norah with every fiber of her being.

"She's so ill—what right does she have to act arrogant in front of me!" Bianca hissed. "Once she’s bedridden, she’ll be begging for mercy."

Even though she seethed with rage, Bianca composed herself, still clinging to her ladylike demeanor. "Let’s head to Kevin’s villa and wait there," she said finally.

Meanwhile, Sasha glanced at Bianca's theatrics through the rearview mirror, her lips curling into a smirk. "Give her an inch, and she’ll take a mile. Someone like her needs to be put in her place."

Norah, however, didn’t even spare Bianca a second thought. To her, Bianca wasn’t worth any attention. It was always Bianca who pushed boundaries, seeking every opportunity to harm her.

Norah turned to Sasha with a suggestion. "It’s a beautiful day. How about setting up a small tent and going camping?"

Sasha perked up. "That sounds great! Let’s call everyone and make a plan!"

Norah pulled out her phone to organize the impromptu outing, but before she could, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Jace.

“Hey,” she greeted him, sensing something off in his tone.

“Norah, don’t go any further!” Jace’s voice was urgent.

But before she could fully process his words, the sound of a honking horn cut through the call.

“Jace, what did you say? I didn’t catch that,” she asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t go any furth—” His voice was abruptly drowned out.

Norah’s instincts screamed at her. “Sasha, stop the car!”

Before Sasha could respond, a deafening explosion erupted behind them.

The blast sent shockwaves through the area, violently shaking their car. Sasha gripped the steering wheel desperately, but the impact caused her to lose control. The car spun out, the brakes screeching before it came to a jolting stop.

Shattered glass littered the seats. The explosion had destroyed vehicles behind them, pushing some several feet away. The air was thick with dust and screams of terror.

Sasha was bleeding from cuts on her head, her vision blurry. In her haze, she saw Norah being dragged out of the car by unfamiliar figures.

“Norah!” she cried, struggling to reach her. But the pain was too much—Sasha slipped into unconsciousness.

The scene was chaos. Cars were abandoned, and the road was blocked. Those who survived the blast fled in panic.

Meanwhile, Bianca was en route to Kevin’s villa when she realized something was off.

“This isn’t the way to Kevin’s house. Why are you driving this route?” she questioned the driver sharply.

Before she could press further, the car screeched to an abrupt halt.

“Ahh!” Bianca yelped as Cleo rushed to steady her. But before Cleo could act, she was struck unconscious by a sudden blow.

Bianca fell to the ground, scraping her leg, only to see the driver being replaced by another man.

Her eyes widened in fear. “Who are you?” she stammered.

The man didn’t answer. He knocked her out, slung her over his shoulder, and loaded her into a different car.

When Norah woke up, her head was throbbing, and her stomach churned from the bumpy ride.

Her hands and feet were bound, and the overwhelming stench of gasoline filled her nostrils. She was tied to a wooden post in what appeared to be an old cabin.

As her vision adjusted, she realized another person was tied to the same post behind her. She twisted her head to catch a glimpse of their clothes—and recognized Bianca.

Norah’s heart sank. Why was she tied up with Bianca?

Before she could dwell on it, Bianca stirred awake, her nerves clearly on edge.

“Who’s there? What’s happening?!” Bianca’s voice trembled as she took in her surroundings.

“Don’t move!” Norah warned sharply. “There are people behind us.”

Bianca froze and turned, spotting Norah. “Norah?!”

Her panic quickly turned to anger. “You set this up, didn’t you? You’re jealous of me, so you hired someone to kidnap me! You’re out of your mind!”

Norah shot her an exasperated look. “Do you even think before you speak? I’m tied up too!”

Bianca ignored the logic and continued to spiral. “Who would dare kidnap me? Do they even know who I am?”

Norah couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You’re tied up like me, Bianca. Right now, your titles and connections mean nothing. You’re just as powerless as I am.”

Bianca scoffed. “Kevin will come for me! Once he finds out I’m missing, he’ll save me. But you? No one’s coming for you.”

Norah didn’t bother responding. She knew engaging with Bianca would be a waste of energy.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps silenced Bianca’s tirade.

The door creaked open, and loud, mocking laughter filled the room.

“It’s good to see you both,” Archer sneered as he stepped inside.

Norah’s blood ran cold as she recognized the man with the scarred face—the same one who had kidnapped her before.

Archer’s gaze shifted between them, his expression dripping with malice. “Kevin thought he could take me down? I’ll make sure his wife pays the price for his arrogance.”

Bianca’s face twisted in confusion and fear. “Why did you kidnap me? I have nothing to do with this!”

Archer’s eyes burned with hatred. “Ask your father what he’s done,” he growled.

“You dare blame my father? You’re the one who betrayed him!” Bianca shot back, but her words were cut off by a sharp slap that left her stunned.

Archer sneered. “You’ll learn your place soon enough.”