Ch. 444: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 444

Chapter 444

In the end, Kevin could only hold Norah in silence, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

Even though Norah had told him she was searching for Steven, his heart ached with frustration. But after thinking it through, he understood—Steven had come here for her.

It made sense that she wanted to find him.

Right now, though, she was in his arms.

She was safe. That was all that mattered.

Norah leaned into his embrace. Maybe there was no tomorrow for them, but at least, for this moment, they were together.

Meanwhile, on Baimo’s Side

Just as Baimo was about to leave for Pharaoh’s quarters, the clown appeared before him, bowing his head.

"Young Master."

"How's the situation over there?"

The clown could tell Baimo was particularly concerned about Norah.

"Per your instructions, I let her search the slave camp," the clown reported honestly. "Also, there's a new prisoner... but something feels off about him."

That wasn’t just any slave—he was an outsider, someone who didn’t belong.

Ordinary people didn’t have that kind of nerve.

Before the clown could finish, Baimo cut him off with a low voice.

"There are some things better left unsaid. I won’t mistake you for a fool."

Someone had infiltrated the camp for Norah. If it wasn’t Kevin, then who else could it be?

From the moment Baimo saw her wearing that emerald green beaded bracelet, he had investigated her—he knew about Kevin and even about Jace’s connection to her.

Including Karina, who had mysteriously disappeared.

"Understood."

The clown lowered his head, still unable to grasp what the young master was planning.

Was he really going to sit back and let Norah carry on with this act, using the fake identity of Anan?

He dared not ask. He could only guess.

Baimo waved a hand dismissively. "Just do as I say."

"Yes."

Without another word, the clown left.

Meeting with Pharaoh

Baimo made his way to Pharaoh’s private courtyard, passing by Elder Ke at the entrance.

Inside, Pharaoh was arranging flowers.

For someone known for his cruelty, he wasn’t experimenting or torturing anyone today—he was simply tending to his garden.

"Dad, you wanted to see me?"

Stopping a few steps away, Baimo lowered his head respectfully.

Pharaoh didn’t look up. He remained focused on trimming a bouquet of red, white, and pink roses.

After a few seconds, he spoke, his tone indifferent.

"Do you like this arrangement? Three colors blending together, with buds ready to bloom—quite beautiful, don’t you think?"

"It’s fine."

Baimo’s response was perfunctory at best.

Pharaoh chuckled. "Don’t just say ‘fine.’ Everyone has the right to protect what they find beautiful. Calvin went through a lot of trouble to bring Journi back, yet instead of standing by your only sister, you’re out here protecting another woman. Tell me, how did you meet her?"

As he finished speaking, Pharaoh tossed the scissors onto the table and leaned back on the couch, spreading his arms lazily.

Despite the fanged mask covering his face, Baimo knew what lay beneath—indifference, a hint of contempt, and an almost amused smirk.

"I met her in the village she was protecting. I don’t know everything about her, but she can’t die yet."

That was all Baimo was willing to say.

Crash!

The vase shattered at Baimo’s feet.

"Why are you involving yourself in this? Don’t tell me you have feelings for her."

Pharaoh’s voice was sharp, demanding.

Baimo treated Journi like a sister—buying her cakes and dresses, treating her with care.

But with Norah? He barely said a word.

It wasn’t the same.

"I don’t."

Baimo denied it instantly.

Pharaoh’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Then bring her to me."

Baimo hesitated, but in the end, he agreed.

"Yes."

The most dangerous place was often the safest. If Norah stayed by Pharaoh’s side, at least Journi wouldn’t have a chance to harm her.

Meanwhile, at Journi’s Quarters

When Journi saw Calvin, she greeted him immediately.

"Uncle Calvin, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to check on you."

Calvin kept his hands behind his back.

She was doing better than he had expected.

But he wasn’t entirely pleased. "I don’t want you turning into some fragile, sheltered flower."

"I know."

Journi’s response was short and firm.

Calvin didn’t linger. After he left, a thought crossed Journi’s mind.

Someone was suffering right now—someone she hadn’t thought about in a while.

"Owen."

She called for her subordinate.

Owen bowed respectfully. "Miss?"

"How’s the woman in the secret room?"

"Still the same."

Journi scoffed. "Then she’s of no use anymore. Wipe her memory and dump her in the slave camp."

A sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

"Yes."

Owen bowed and carried out her orders.

Journi may not have been confined, but she was limited. With Baimo protecting Norah, she had no way to get close to her.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t make Norah’s life miserable.

Back in Norah’s Room

Kevin had locked the door, but he remained on edge.

He didn’t dare relax—not when Norah was in danger.

She sat up suddenly. "Get up. I have a bad feeling. Someone will be here soon."

Kevin let go of her.

Just as she predicted, footsteps echoed from the hallway.

The locked door was useless. Someone opened it from the outside.

Norah’s breath hitched.

Standing in the doorway was Baimo.

He wore a crisp white shirt, looking completely out of place in the slave camp.

His gaze landed on Norah first. Then, without sparing Kevin a glance, he strode toward her.

"I heard from the clown that you’re looking for someone. Have you found them yet?"

Baimo’s focus was entirely on Norah.

She shook her head.

Her nerves tightened.

There was no way Baimo hadn’t noticed Kevin, yet he didn’t acknowledge him at all.

She couldn’t figure him out.

Her voice was hoarse when she finally responded. "No, I haven’t. I plan to keep searching tomorrow."

"What will you do after you find them?"

He sounded like a friend casually asking about her plans.

Norah pursed her lips. "No one wants to stay in a place like this."

That was the truth.

She subtly signaled to Kevin to stay silent.

Baimo chuckled. "Then I’ll move you somewhere else. You’ll still be free to search, and tomorrow, the clown will take you again."

Norah didn’t respond right away.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Baimo was Pharaoh’s son.

Pharaoh was ruthless. How could Baimo remain untouched by his influence?

She met his gaze.

"And after I find them?"