Ch. 439: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 439

Chapter 439

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Journi's eyes. Since she had brought Norah here, she wasn’t going to let her leave alive.

Less than half an hour after the man left, someone knocked on her door.

"Come in."

Her voice was cold and indifferent. A tall man entered, carrying a bowl of ginseng soup.

"Miss Journi, this is from the Pharaoh. He ordered me to bring it for your health," the man said respectfully.

"Leave it there. I’ll drink it after I change." Journi barely spared him a glance before turning away.

Since arriving here, she’d been given ginseng soup regularly. But at this point, the mere thought of it made her nauseous.

The man followed orders, setting the soup on the desk. "Miss Journi, the Pharaoh instructed me to stay until you finish it."

Journi didn’t respond. But after changing, she walked over, picked up the bowl, and took a breath before drinking it all in one go. The strong scent of chicken and medicinal herbs filled her nose.

She looked at the man. "Do you really have to be so rigid? Wouldn’t it be the same if I drank it later?"

His voice remained cold. "Miss Journi, I follow the Pharaoh’s orders."

Journi choked on her words but quickly waved him off. "Fine. You can go."

She had endured far worse. Was she really going to be afraid of a bowl of ginseng soup?

"Yes."

The man bowed slightly before leaving.

Journi tied her hair into a low ponytail, covered her face with a veil, and stepped out of the room. She was headed to see Norah, but before she got far, the same man blocked her path.

He was always submissive in front of her, yet his presence carried undeniable strength.

"Miss Journi, the Pharaoh wants you to rest. You shouldn’t be wandering around."

Her anger flared instantly.

Was she being confined?

She clenched her fists but knew she couldn’t lash out. Suppressing her frustration, she turned around. But as she walked away, she secretly sent a message to Owen:

[Follow up on Norah. Get a video of her for me.]

Even if she was grounded, she still had Owen. A video would be just as good as seeing Norah in person.

[Got it.] Owen replied almost instantly.

Journi’s anger eased slightly.

Norah sat with the girl, waiting until her emotions settled before gently asking, "Feeling any better?"

The girl nodded, though her throat felt dry. "I lost control for a moment. You must think I’m weak."

Norah didn’t respond right away.

Here, life was worse than death. Every time she wanted to end it, she was met with harsher punishment. She couldn’t die, but she wasn’t really living either.

She had once thought of escaping, but she was too powerless. Trapped between agony and survival, she realized Norah was different from the rest.

Unlike the others, Norah hadn’t been beaten badly when she arrived. She had even dared to stand up to Kendall. Just moments ago, Norah had given her medicine—an almost unheard-of luxury in this place.

She had been here long enough to know that injuries were left to fate. No one cared if you lived or died.

Yet Norah had medicine. That meant she had connections. And Kendall hadn’t targeted her again.

"How could I think that?" Norah gave a small smile. "Can you tell me more about this place? It seems like it’s only women here."

Since being captured, Norah hadn’t seen a single man.

Just as the girl was about to respond, the door suddenly swung open.

Kendall stood there, her gaze locked on Norah.

"You. Come out."

Norah’s brows furrowed, but she stood up without hesitation.

The girl watched Norah’s retreating figure, her expression darkening.

She had just been thinking that Norah was different—perhaps even important. Now Kendall had personally come to take her away.

Was Norah about to be punished?

The girl’s face remained eerily calm, but her eyes were filled with cold determination.

She clenched her fists. If she was going to die, she would make sure Kendall went down with her. Otherwise, what was the point of all the suffering she had endured?

Norah followed behind Kendall, staying alert.

Surprisingly, Kendall didn’t harm her. Instead, she led her to a man.

Norah instantly recognized him—it was the clown who had saved her from Kendall not long ago.

"Little clown, I brought her. I’m leaving now," Kendall said hastily.

She turned and left so quickly it was almost comical. The last time she encountered this man, he had kicked her so hard she was still sore. She wasn’t about to stick around.

Now, it was just Norah and the clown.

He handed her a black card attached to a thin rope.

"Keep this on you. No one will dare lay a hand on you. You can go wherever you want."

Norah held the card, eyeing him carefully. "What is Baimo up to?"

Baimo knew she had been captured. He also knew she was in danger. That’s why he had sent the clown to protect her, given her this card, and ensured she could move freely.

But why?

The clown’s dark eyes flickered with surprise. "How do you know?"

He had never revealed his identity to her. Nor had he ever mentioned Baimo.

Had Baimo told her himself? No, that was impossible. The young master’s identity was never exposed to outsiders.

Norah’s tone was calm. "That’s my business. If you don’t know, then I’ll be on my way."

Whether he truly didn’t know or just refused to say—those were two different things. But he wasn’t hers to command, so she had no way of forcing an answer.

The clown’s voice was low. "I only follow the young master’s orders. That’s all I know."

He was making his stance clear—he obeyed Baimo, nothing more.

Norah didn’t reply. She turned to leave, but as she walked, she glanced around and noticed something.

There was a large hall separating the space. On the right was the area where she had been held. But to the left…

BANG!

A heavy thud shattered the silence. Norah’s head snapped toward the sound.

A man had just been thrown out from the left side, his body battered and covered in blood.

Seconds later, two more men emerged, one of them ruthlessly kicking the fallen man.

Norah’s breath caught in her throat.

This place… What the hell was really going on here?