Ch. 448: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 448

Chapter 448

Baimo knew better than anyone just how skilled the Clown Master was. Here, almost no one could match him in combat. Yet, Kevin had just taken him down.

"Captain Edwards, don’t forget whose territory you’re in. If I wanted to hurt Norah, I would’ve done it a long time ago," Baimo said coldly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Now, Baimo stood directly in front of Norah. His words were both a warning and a threat to Kevin—he could go after Norah anytime he wanted.

Norah’s fingers tightened around the gun in her hand. If necessary, she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

Baimo continued, "I just want to talk to Norah. Wait for me outside. And don’t forget—if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have even had a chance to find them."

Kevin didn’t respond. He exchanged a glance with Norah.

Under her gaze, he reluctantly stepped toward the door. But even as he reached it, he remained on high alert, his fierce eyes locked on Baimo.

If Baimo dared to lay a hand on Norah, Kevin wouldn’t hesitate to take him down—even if it meant dying with her.

Baimo ignored Kevin entirely. "Norah, you must be wondering why I’m treating you so well."

"Yeah."

Norah held his gaze, though a sinking feeling settled in her stomach.

She wanted to hear the answer, but at the same time, she was terrified of it.

People were full of contradictions.

A lump formed in her throat, making it hard to breathe. The unease was overwhelming.

She turned her head away, unwilling to look at Baimo any longer.

Baimo’s voice was steady. "When I first saw you, I wasn’t particularly interested. I was just curious why a woman like you was here. But then I saw the emerald-green beads in your hand. Those belonged to my sister—either Julie or Journi."

Norah’s heart pounded. So that was it. The beads.

No one was ever kind without a reason.

But—

She had parents.

"No. Your sister is someone else. I’ve seen her!" Norah said, her reaction immediate and intense. "I can’t be your sister. Journi can’t be Pharaoh’s daughter!"

But deep inside, her heart twisted painfully.

Fragments of scattered memories surfaced in her mind.

She—

"Some things can be forged," Baimo said, stepping closer in just two strides. "The beads—Jace gave them to you, didn’t he?"

Baimo wasn’t as tall as Kevin, but at well over six feet, his presence was imposing.

At that moment, it felt like invisible hands were wrapped around Norah’s throat, choking the air out of her.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, as if something inside her had been torn apart.

She had never told Baimo about her connection to Jace, yet he knew.

Baimo’s voice softened slightly. "I know this is hard to accept. And I’m not relying on a string of beads alone—I need to do a blood test."

A sibling DNA test. Not through Pharaoh, because Calvin was Pharaoh’s most loyal subordinate.

If this Journi—this "Julie"—wasn’t the real Julie...

"I won’t do it," Norah snapped. "I don’t need to! I’ve found who I came for—I’m done with you."

Before she could finish, a heavy thud echoed through the room.

Her heart clenched.

She whipped around—

Kevin was on the ground.

"Kevin!" she gasped, unable to stop herself from crying out.

In the next second, she rushed to him, trying to lift him, but Kevin shoved her away.

He clutched his head, his body convulsing in agony. Thick veins bulged across his forehead, his face contorted in pain.

Baimo narrowed his eyes. "How could he be this poisoned?"

He recognized it instantly—this was a poison developed by Pharaoh himself.

Kevin and Norah were both from the Imperial Capital. So how had Kevin ended up like this?

"What did you just say?" Norah was in complete disbelief. The thought that Kevin had been poisoned had never crossed her mind.

It was like a thunderclap in her skull.

Everything suddenly made sense.

Kevin had planned everything before coming here. He hadn’t just come for a peacekeeping mission. He hadn’t just come because of business. And he hadn’t just divorced her for some trivial reason.

It was because of this.

Her poison. Kevin’s poison. Everything traced back to the Yi Tribe.

Tears welled up in Norah’s eyes as she turned to Baimo. "Do you have an antidote?"

Karina, Norah, Jace, the missing Bianca, and even the dead Archer—none of this was a coincidence.

Baimo shook his head. "I know how the poison works, but I don’t have the antidote. Clown, calm him down."

He signaled to the Clown Master.

The clown was still injured and couldn’t handle Kevin alone. Even with help, restraining Kevin was nearly impossible.

In the end, it was Norah who stepped forward.

She spread her arms and walked toward Kevin.

She wasn’t afraid. Even if he threw her aside, she would hold on to him.

"Kevin, it’s me. I’m Norah."

Her voice seemed to break through the haze in Kevin’s mind. Flashes of fragmented memories flickered before him, voices echoing in his ears.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto her. "Go… leave! I’ll hurt you!"

"I’m not afraid," Norah said firmly. "Kevin, I—"

The clown seized the moment. In a flash, he plunged a syringe into Kevin’s neck.

The drug took effect almost instantly.

Within seconds, Kevin collapsed.

Norah caught him, holding him tightly. She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Kevin, you idiot."

He had kept everything from her, choosing to bear the weight alone just to protect her.

Baimo’s voice was low. "The poison in his body is brutal. Every time it flares up, he loses control—it’s like thousands of ants gnawing at his bones. Norah, we’ve come this far. I think it’s time to do the test. For your sake—and mine."

"I don’t owe you any explanations!" Norah shouted, her emotions boiling over. "You dragged us into this! We had a good life in the Imperial Capital!"

And who would want to be Pharaoh’s daughter? Pharaoh was a monster.

Baimo’s expression didn’t change. "Right now, you’re safest with me."

He gave a subtle signal, and the Clown Master and his men moved in.

Norah knew self-defense. Karina had trained her well. But Kevin was unconscious, and the Clown Master was too fast.

Before she could fight back, darkness swallowed her whole.

Baimo turned to the Clown Master. "Draw a vial of her blood. Run the test."

The clown carried out the order without hesitation.

Outside the lab, the clown stood guard, ever-vigilant.

But he didn’t notice the other figure lurking in the shadows.

A voice broke the silence. "What are you testing for?"

"Bloodline," the clown answered.