Ch. 437: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 437

Chapter 437

Arlene ran back, panting. Seeing her return, everyone sighed in relief.

"Arlene, where have you been? You nearly scared us to death!"

"Where's Captain Edwards? I need to find him!" Arlene's eyes were red, and she was frantic.

"Captain Edwards hasn’t come back yet. Norah went looking for you—why are you here alone?"

"Norah was taken! We have to find Captain Edwards—he's the only one who can save her!" Arlene turned in a panic. "Where did he go? I need to tell him now!"

"You disappeared, so Norah sent someone with a message. He should be back soon."

Arlene waited anxiously. The moment she heard a car pulling in, she knew Kevin had arrived.

She rushed outside and saw Kevin step out of the vehicle, his expression grim. "Captain Edwards, Norah has been kidnapped! You have to save her!"

Kevin’s face remained composed. "Who took her?"

"I don't know!" Arlene’s voice cracked as she cried. "I didn’t get a clear look! They came for Norah—she's in danger! We have to go now!"

Despite the lack of details, Kevin had a strong hunch.

Someone was still after Norah.

Which meant an old grudge.

And there was only one group that fit the profile.

Especially... the ones from that past deal!

Kevin didn’t hesitate. "Move out! Now!"

At that moment, Norah was still holding Kendall hostage.

She had one hand gripping the end of a whip—not too tight, just enough to keep Kendall in check.

Kendall had been training the girls here. The men followed her orders.

Taking down the leader first was always the smartest move.

Norah had come here with only one goal—staying alive.

Kendall was paralyzed with fear. She didn’t dare move and quickly changed her tone. "Listen, girl, let’s talk. You’re in my hands now. You can’t escape. Don’t do anything reckless—when the time comes, it won’t just be a beating."

Norah scoffed. "If I let you go, I’ll die even faster. But as long as you’re in my hands, I still have time. You don’t want to suffer, do you? Then tell them to back off."

The whip’s barbs lightly pressed into Kendall’s neck. They weren’t deep, but the sharp points still pricked her skin.

Seeing Kendall hesitate, Norah tightened her grip. "What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

"Okay, okay!" Kendall forced a smile. "You heard her—step back. Don’t scare the girl. My life is in her hands."

The men exchanged uneasy glances.

To be safe, Norah warned them, "Stand to the side. No talking. No leaving."

"Girl, why make this harder on yourself?" Kendall sighed. "You’re here now. There’s no tomorrow for you. You might as well accept your fate."

She was trying to break Norah mentally, but Norah wasn’t buying it. "If I’m really out of options, then why am I still holding you?"

"What do you want?"

Norah glanced at a little girl huddled in the corner, her fingers rotting from untreated wounds. "This child’s hands are infected. Shouldn’t she get medical treatment first?"

Her words stunned the group.

"You really don’t know what kind of place this is, do you?" Kendall sneered. "If they cared about treating wounds, she wouldn’t have ended up here in the first place. The people brought here either end up disabled or dead. They’re just cheap goods."

It was a sick, twisted place.

Human lives meant less than nothing.

Norah couldn’t stand it. Her arms ached from holding position for so long. Glancing at the table, she noticed an array of torture tools. She grabbed a bayonet and let go of the whip.

Kendall saw her chance to escape—but froze.

Norah was right behind her, pressing the bayonet to her waist. "Don’t move. I haven’t given you permission. Do you actually want to live?"

Kendall realized Norah wasn’t someone to mess with. She forced a chuckle. "I wasn’t trying to run, just stretching my back. If you want to talk, let’s talk—but we can’t keep this up forever."

"Fine." Norah’s tone was steady. "I have a few questions. Answer them properly."

Kendall smirked. "Go ahead."

"What is this place?"

"Girl, this is where slaves are kept. No one leaves." Kendall's voice was laced with cruel amusement.

"Slaves?" Norah’s stomach turned. "In this day and age? You’re seriously running a forced labor camp? Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?"

Kendall scoffed. "You’re not from around here. This place is run by different powers. Worrying about the law? Please. The only thing that matters here is survival."

Norah’s stomach churned. It all made sense now—the massive compound, the terrified people, the silence. They were too afraid to speak, too broken to hope for escape.

Of course, they couldn’t let anyone leave.

"Is this Pharaoh’s territory?" Norah asked.

At the mention of the name, Kendall's expression darkened. "What do you think you’re doing? How dare you even say his name? Shut up!"

So, Pharaoh was the one they all feared.

"Have you ever seen him?"

Kendall's face paled. She lowered her voice. "No one here gets to meet Pharaoh. Girl, I’m telling you—stop asking questions before you get yourself killed."

So she was right.

This was Pharaoh’s domain.

She knew she was taking a massive risk.

Life or death.

She had no idea if she’d make it out alive.

For now, Kendall was still in front of her. But Norah couldn’t hold her forever, and she had no idea how long she could keep control.

"Kendall, this sister tried to help me. If you’re going to punish someone, punish me! Don’t hurt her!" The little girl suddenly dropped to her knees, pleading desperately.

Norah knew Kendall wouldn’t let her off so easily. "Kendall, I’m not a slave here. Owen sent me. You know Journi, don’t you?"

"Journi?" Kendall looked puzzled. "You mean the eldest daughter—the one they found after years of searching? What’s your connection to her?"

"Who knows?" Norah played along. "But since I’m here, I know one thing—I don’t expect to leave. So let’s not hold grudges. If Journi wants me alive, you shouldn’t kill me. If I die, wouldn’t that ruin whatever she’s planning?"

Kendall hesitated. "Fine, I’ll confirm it. But understand this—I may be in charge here, but even I can’t leave. Kidnapping me won’t get you anywhere."

Norah already knew that.

She was safe—for now. But that didn’t mean she’d stay that way.

Kendall signaled someone.

A man left, then returned shortly after, nodding at Kendall.

Kendall’s lips curled into a fake smile. "See? We’re all good now. Let me go, and no one gets hurt."

Norah had no choice. She released her.

Kendall immediately stepped away—and her demeanor shifted in an instant. "Take this little brat down."

The men surrounded Norah.

She couldn’t fight them all.

They didn’t even need to try.

"Didn’t you just say—"

Kendall rubbed her neck and smirked. "You really thought you’d get off easy? The eldest lady said to keep you alive—but she never said I couldn’t have some fun first. Welcome to hell."

She raised a barbed whip.

Norah clenched her fists. Her heart pounded.

Then—

A gunshot rang out.

A bullet shattered the whip midair.