Ch. 355: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 355

Chapter 355

Kevin was flustered and asked urgently, “What about Norah?”

Levi, equally confused, replied, “She was just here a moment ago.”

Kevin’s heart sank. The possibility of Norah being kidnapped gnawed at him. This time, there could be no slip-ups. “Are there any suspicious people around?” he pressed.

“No way,” Levi assured him. “Everyone here is one of ours.”

But Kevin wasn’t willing to take any chances. Even with trusted people, there was always the risk of betrayal.

“Go find her—” Kevin’s command cut off as a sharp, piercing tinnitus hit his ears. He instinctively clenched his brow, the pain in his head intensifying.

Meanwhile, Norah, driven by an inexplicable pull, had ventured toward the back of the laboratory. The path was long and treacherous, but she was determined to uncover the reason behind this intense feeling.

The overgrown weeds rustled under her careful steps as she kept an eye out for snakes or insects. Then she heard movement. Fearful it might be someone from the lab, she ducked into the grass. Moments later, a man crawled out of a hole in the ground.

The man was injured but determined, limping toward a small boat by the river. It was clear he had planned his escape well in advance.

As Norah watched, a wave of familiarity washed over her. She knew this man—or at least felt like she did. Something about him disgusted her, as if he had stolen something important from her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Instinctively, Norah called for help through her communicator. “Captain Edwards, Madam is behind the lab in the mountains!”

“Search the area immediately!” Kevin barked.

The back mountain was a maze of artificial designs, likely meant as an escape route for insiders. Kevin couldn’t fathom why Norah would go there of all places. Wasn’t it too dangerous? Without wasting a second, he ordered his team to locate her.

Hidden in the grass, Norah watched as the man—Calvin—emerged carrying a small box. He was clearly about to board the boat and make his escape.

Norah couldn’t let that happen. She needed to stall him.

She deliberately made a noise.

“Who’s there?” Calvin’s sharp ears caught the sound immediately, and he turned toward it, his eyes alert and wary.

Norah clenched her teeth and stepped out from her hiding spot.

Dressed in a white skirt and cloak, her hair disheveled, she slowly rose from the grass. In the dim light, she looked almost ghostly.

“Trying to escape?” she challenged, her voice steady.

Calvin’s eyes widened in shock, his pupils shrinking. Panic flickered across his face, and the box in his hand nearly slipped into the boat. “It’s you!” he exclaimed, incredulous. But then his expression hardened. “No, you should’ve died a long time ago!”

Norah froze. Died a long time ago?

What did he mean? Did he mistake her for someone else, or was there more to this than she knew?

Drawing a deep breath, Norah shouted, “Calvin! You’re Calvin, aren’t you? You’re not getting away!”

Calvin’s composure cracked. He stared at her, uncertain whether she was human or something else. “Are you a ghost?”

The wind blew through the clearing, tossing Norah’s hair and making her pale face appear even more haunting.

Calvin’s jaw tightened under the pressure.

Norah, however, stayed calm. She could sense he was hiding something—something that terrified him.

She took a calculated step forward. “I’m not afraid of you, Calvin. You seem pretty shaken to see me. What’s the matter? Do I remind you of someone?”

Calvin sneered, trying to mask his unease. “You’re not afraid of death, huh?”

“Don’t move!” Norah shot back. “Maybe there are snipers in the trees.”

Calvin hesitated, his eyes scanning the mountains around them. It was a perfect location for an ambush. But after a moment, he laughed mockingly. “If there were snipers, I’d already be dead. You’re bluffing, Norah. Coming here alone—you’re either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish.”

He aimed his gun at her.

“Then shoot,” Norah challenged coldly. “Let’s see if you can escape after killing me.”

Calvin faltered. He wasn’t ready to die—not after all the lives he’d sacrificed to escape.

“Don’t come any closer!” he barked, panic creeping into his voice. “One more step, and I’ll shoot!”

But Norah held her ground. She needed answers. “Why did you lock me in that room? Who told you to do it?”

Sweat beaded on Calvin’s forehead. Her words struck a nerve. He clenched his fists, visibly struggling to maintain control.

“Why me?” Norah pressed. “Why did you target me?”

Calvin’s eyes darted around, desperate for an escape. He had no intention of answering.

As the tension reached its peak, Calvin raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

“Bang—”

A single gunshot echoed through the mountains.