Ch. 441: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 441

Chapter 441

The man narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

Everyone in his team had a clear role, yet here was Norah, freely walking around with a black card that granted her access.

Norah felt a wave of unease. Anyone with privileges under Pharaoh’s rule had to hold a significant status. She had no idea who this man was, but she knew she had to be careful.

"I'm with Young Master Baimo," she said, keeping her voice steady. "I just came in to familiarize myself with the surroundings."

She still hadn’t found Karina or Steven in the slave camp. She needed to locate them. More than that, she had to stay alive. Step one was understanding her environment.

The man repeated her words slowly. "Young Master Baimo’s people."

"Yes." Norah nodded. "I still have things to do, so I’ll be on my way." She kept her tone polite, hoping to avoid unnecessary trouble. With her status established, she assumed he wouldn’t interfere.

The man didn’t respond. He simply watched her—her face, her eyes, her every movement.

If she were wearing a white dress, standing beside the roses, she would look just like—

"Shadow."

A tall, sharp-featured man stepped forward at the command, his expression serious and cold. "Pharaoh."

A flicker of ice-cold calculation crossed Pharaoh’s eyes. "Look into that woman’s background..." He hesitated, then changed his mind. "No. Bring Baimo to me."

"Yes."

Shadow turned to leave, but Pharaoh stopped him. "What about Journi?"

Shadow glanced back. "The eldest lady refused the ginseng soup. She’s not pleased."

"She doesn’t like it?" Pharaoh muttered, then waved a hand dismissively. "Understood. Have Baimo meet me tonight."

"Understood."

Two hours later, Pharaoh entered Journi’s room. Unlike in the garden, he now wore his fanged mask. In his hands, he carried a small cake and a dress in her size.

He approached her, setting them down gently. "If you don’t like the ginseng soup, don’t drink it. This cake isn’t big—I had the store recommend a flavor for you. If you don’t like it, I’ll take you there next time. And this dress—I thought it would suit you."

Journi stared at him in shock. "Dad..."

She rarely saw Pharaoh, and when she did, he was always busy, always masked. No one had ever seen his true face. This moment of unexpected kindness left her speechless.

Pharaoh rested a hand on her head. "I only wanted to help your health, but I neglected the taste."

Journi’s heart clenched. She had been here for so long, yet her father had barely had time for her.

"If you need anything, tell me," he added.

She couldn't see his face, but his touch was gentle. This was the first time she truly felt the warmth of a father’s love.

She took a deep breath. "I want to go out. I promise I won’t cause trouble, I won’t do anything reckless, and I won’t harm myself."

She couldn’t accept that Norah had escaped punishment. Even with Baimo’s protection, it was only a matter of time. Norah wouldn’t leave this place alive.

Pharaoh seemed pleased with her answer. "Last time, you went looking for your brother. Do you know the people around him?"

Journi stiffened. Had Pharaoh seen Norah? Or...

"Why do you ask?" she said carefully, testing the waters.

Pharaoh’s voice dropped. "Today, I saw a woman. She claimed to be with your brother."

Journi clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. Norah couldn’t just suffer—she had to disappear forever.

She lowered her head. "Dad, I’ve only been back a short while. I don’t think my brother likes me much. I don’t know anything about his people or decisions."

Pharaoh said nothing for a moment, then asked, "Have you finished your marksmanship training?"

Journi nodded. "Owen has taught me everything."

"Good." He stood. "I have things to handle. If you ever need anything, come to me."

"Okay." Journi watched him leave.

Once the door shut, she turned to the dress and cake he had left behind. The cake remained untouched.

She lifted the dress—white, with delicate pink roses embroidered at the neckline.