Ch. 442: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 442

Chapter 442

Norah pursed her lips and cleared her throat. "Yes. May I ask one last question?"

The clown, mindful of Baimo's instructions, nodded. "Go ahead. Who are you looking for?"

"A woman named Karina and a man named Steven," Norah replied. "I need to find them."

If she could, she would have searched for them herself. But she knew the black card in her hand didn’t grant her that level of authority.

She wasn’t sure where Kendall stood on this matter, but at least the clown was here…

"Go back for now. If there's any news, I'll let you know," the clown said.

"Thank you," Norah replied sincerely.

She wasn’t the one in charge here. No matter what the clown’s true identity was or who he worked for, at this moment, she needed something from him.

The clown froze for a second. He had been here for so long, cursed by countless people daily, yet Norah had actually thanked him? And she seemed to mean it…

Just then, a deep, respectful voice sounded beside him. "Clown, the new batch of slaves has arrived. Do you want to inspect them now?"

Snapping back to reality, the clown nodded. "Yes, I'll take a look."

In less than two minutes, the new slaves were lined up before him. This batch wasn’t great—too thin, and their features… something about them seemed off.

But in the last row, one stood out—a tall man, around 1.9 meters, with unremarkable features but a normal demeanor.

"You," the clown’s voice cut through the air. "What’s your name?"

The man stepped forward and answered in a low voice, "My name is Anan."

"Send the others to Zone B. Bring this one to Zone A," the clown ordered.

Anan was immediately taken away, but as he walked, his eyes carefully scanned his surroundings.

...

Back in the female slave quarters, Norah found herself granted a private space—special treatment, but not the kind she wanted.

She protested, "Bring the girl I drugged earlier. If she’s not here, I won’t accept any of this."

Isolation wasn’t an advantage in this place. She needed information, and being alone wasn’t an option.

The guards hesitated but complied. Kendall had given strict orders regarding her.

Soon, the girl was brought in. The moment she saw Norah, her eyes lit up. "You have a black card!"

Norah caught her expression and pressed her lips together. "What do you know about the black card? Be specific."

The black card gave her certain privileges, but something told her this girl knew more than she did.

The girl’s voice trembled with hope. "It’s a status symbol. Only people with black cards can come and go freely. Please, you have to take me with you!"

With a desperate "plop," the girl dropped to her knees.

Her black eyes shimmered with tears—hopeful yet fearful. She had endured so much suffering. If escaping meant living only one more day, it was still worth it.

At just fifteen years old, her will to survive burned strong.

The person responsible for this place wasn’t a man—he was a monster.

Norah placed a steady hand on the girl’s shoulder. "I’ll take you with me. I need people I can trust. How long have you been here?"

Her expression was sincere. She had her reasons for protecting this girl.

The girl nodded. "A long time. I have immunity to certain drugs, so I’ve survived, but I’ve seen too much death."

"I understand." Norah’s voice softened. "Have you ever heard of a woman named Karina?"

She needed to find Karina and Steven. She had no idea if they were still alive.

The girl shook her head. "Only the people in charge know names. We’re just thrown into this nightmare, forced into experiments or worse. We don’t get to ask questions."

Norah fell silent. Asking the clown had been the right move.

The girl studied her. "You came here just to find someone?"

Norah hesitated, then nodded. "Yes… not exactly. If we can plan this right—"

The girl cut her off. "What’s there to plan? Just use your black card and get us out of here! Or do you want to blow this place up?"

Norah blinked in surprise. "Of course not."

She wasn’t some hero trying to destroy this place. She just wanted to confirm Karina and Steven were here, then get them out—whatever it took.

Before she could say more, a cough echoed nearby. "Ahem!"

The girl tensed instantly, like a frightened bird. Her face drained of color, and she didn’t dare to speak again.

Norah turned and saw the clown standing in the doorway, his gaze sharp.

"Go back to where you came from," he ordered the girl coldly.

This room was for Norah alone. The girl was just a slave—she didn’t belong here.

Norah stepped in front of her. "I asked her to come."

The clown pursed his lips, pausing for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice. "I asked Kendall. Neither his side nor mine has anyone by the names you’re looking for."

Norah stiffened. "That’s impossible!"

Steven’s message had been clear. Karina had been taken by Pharaoh’s people. She knew the process—captives taken by Pharaoh’s subordinates ended up here as slaves.

If their names weren’t in the records…

Norah clenched her fists. "Little clown, can you let me search the slave camps myself? Maybe they were registered under different names."

The clown hadn’t expected that request. It went beyond the young master’s orders.

He hesitated. "I can’t approve that. I need to ask the young master."

If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, you can’t steal its cubs.

Norah lived by that principle.

Without hesitation, the clown pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He spoke clearly, "Young Master, Norah wants access to the male and female slave camps."

Baimo gazed at a landscape painting before him. His lips curled into a slow smile. "Let her in."

"Yes, sir."

With that, the clown led Norah toward the slave camp.

The moment she stepped inside, her eyes locked onto a man standing in the corner.