Ch. 447: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 447

Chapter 447

With those parting words, the clown turned and walked away without a backward glance.

But on his way back, a sudden wave of discomfort hit him. He coughed violently, and in an instant, the sharp taste of blood rose in his throat.

His expression shifted—he hadn’t expected Kevin’s attack to leave him with internal injuries. He and the young master had trained together for years, and among their ranks, few could challenge him.

If Baimo and Norah had been even a minute or two late, he would’ve already fallen under Kevin’s command.

Kevin was powerful.

If he hadn’t been born in Craggaville, with his skillset and ambition, he would have easily risen to dominance. But fortunately, Kevin’s focus was on Norah.

Now, with the clown gone, Kevin and Norah were alone in the room.

Kevin tilted his chin slightly toward her, signaling, “I’ll teach you.”

Norah’s mind was elsewhere. She wanted to find Baimo, but the clown hadn’t brought him. She had a black card, but apart from wandering around, she had no way to get far.

More importantly, she had no idea where Baimo lived.

Seeing her hesitate, Kevin walked over. “Stop overthinking it. Whatever comes, we’ll face it together. As long as I’m here, I won’t let them touch you.”

His gaze was firm, unwavering. He meant every word—even if it cost him his life, he wouldn’t let anything happen to Norah.

Norah’s thoughts snapped back to the present. She lowered her voice and murmured, “Okay.”

Kevin took her hand, his tone gentle. “Like this—just hook your fingers lightly, don’t use too much force. But if you’re dealing with someone dangerous, use it without hesitation. Got it?”

“Got it.” Norah nodded.

The two remained together in silence. No one came looking for them. They didn’t need words—just being near each other was enough.

The Next Day, Afternoon

The clown returned to take them away, looking even worse than before. His face was pale, his steps unsteady.

“You have one day.”

One day?

They had to find Karina and Steven in a slave camp divided into four massive sections. Even if they split up, there was no way they could search the entire camp in a single day.

It was a setup—a deliberate obstacle. But Norah couldn’t complain. This was still an opportunity. If she turned it down, there would be no hope for Karina and Steven.

She glanced at Kevin. They exchanged a look, and that was enough—they understood each other completely.

Norah would search for Karina. Kevin would search for Steven.

This time, Norah didn’t use a megaphone. A chilling thought struck her—what if Karina’s memories had been erased?

In a camp filled with thousands, maybe tens of thousands of women, finding Karina would be nearly impossible.

She found Kendall. “Kendall, I need to find someone. She looks—”

Kendall waved her off. “Spare me the description. I process too many slaves every day. You think I can remember every face?”

Here, people weren’t even valued as much as objects.

But Norah wasn’t discouraged. She had one day, and she would check every single person if she had to.

She searched tirelessly—but Karina was nowhere to be found.

“Kendall, is everyone here?” Norah asked again.

Kendall, already impatient, snapped, “What, you want me to line up all the injured for you? Dig up the dead too?”

Norah ignored her tone and remained firm. “Kendall, take me to the injured.”

“You—” Kendall clenched her jaw, furious.

But she had no choice. She led Norah to the camp for the wounded.

As soon as they reached the entrance, the overwhelming stench of blood and decay hit Norah like a wave. She gagged, nearly losing control.

Before Kendall could scoff at her reaction, Norah straightened, clenched her fists, and stepped inside.

It was worse than the main camp.

Mangled bodies. Severed limbs. Faces unrecognizable beneath layers of dried blood.

As she walked deeper in, she saw people crammed into iron cages, some forced into barrels. Centipedes and venomous snakes slithered between them.

Her scalp tingled.

“Karina?”

She called out, her voice trembling. No response.

She checked each person, one by one. Still, no sign of Karina.

Panic tightened around her chest.

Karina had been captured by Pharaoh’s men to protect her. But if she wasn’t here… was she already dead?

Norah’s breathing grew rapid and shallow. Her body swayed, dizziness washing over her.

Just as she nearly collapsed, a hand caught her arm.

“Careful.”

A hoarse female voice.

Norah’s head snapped up. She turned—and saw Karina.

But something was wrong.

Karina’s eyes held no recognition. She didn’t know Norah anymore.

Norah instantly grabbed her hand. “I’m taking her.”

She had been given permission to search for and retrieve someone. This shouldn’t be a problem.

Kendall barely put up a fight. “Fine, take her. Just get out of my hair.”

Norah didn’t hesitate. She led Karina away.

But before they could get far, Journi arrived—with Owen.

Owen scanned the wounded camp, but Karina was gone. His face darkened. “Where’s the slave I threw in?”

“Which one?” Kendall feigned ignorance.

Owen wasn’t in the mood for games. He kicked Kendall, sending her stumbling. “You’re useless. If you can’t do your job, I’ll find someone who can.”

Kendall stammered, “Uh… the woman with Young Master Baimo took someone. If it was your slave, then…”

Owen didn’t need to hear the rest.

He quickly gathered intel and found out that Norah, along with the clown and another man, had been searching the slave camp.

Karina was already gone.

Now the question was—who were they looking for next?

Owen didn’t stop there. He relayed everything to Pharaoh.

Meanwhile, in the Male Slave Camp

Kevin had found Steven.

The way men and women thought was different, but in that moment, both Kevin and Norah shared the same unease.

This was going too smoothly.

Something felt off.

As Kevin led Steven to regroup with Norah, he secretly pressed the distress signal.

It was supposed to be pressed three times.

This time, he pressed it five.

He expected them to be taken back to the small room.

Instead, the clown led them to Baimo.

Norah clenched her fists. She had planned to go looking for Baimo, but he had come to them first.

Baimo shot the clown a look. Without hesitation, the clown moved to restrain Kevin.

But Kevin was ready.

The clown was already injured from their last fight—Kevin struck again, and this time, the clown collapsed to the ground.

Baimo’s gaze darkened instantly.