Ch. 449: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 449

Chapter 449

Calvin replayed the words in his mind, then immediately asked, "Who is the blood test being compared to?"

The man in front of him shook his head. "Elder Donnelly, this is a blood sample sent by the Clown Master."

Calvin didn't respond. Instead, he turned sharply to leave but suddenly sensed something was off. He stopped in his tracks, turned back, and locked eyes with the man who had just spoken.

Without hesitation, Calvin drew his pistol and aimed it directly at the man’s head. "Does this test even matter?"

"Yes—yes," the man stammered, his scalp tingling with fear. He didn’t dare hesitate for even a second.

—

Half an hour later.

The man handed the test results to the Clown Master. "Clown, here are the results."

Without even glancing at them, the Clown Master took the report as it was.

Calvin observed the exchange closely, his gaze cold and calculating. He signaled for someone to follow the Clown Master.

The Clown Master quickly returned to Baimo and handed him the results. Baimo eagerly opened them, but as soon as he saw the outcome, his face darkened.

This can’t be right.

"Joker, this test—"

"Young Master, I stayed outside the laboratory the entire time until the results came out," Joker said firmly. "No one suspicious entered. The lab technicians all know my identity; there was no chance for anyone to tamper with it."

Only now did Joker understand why Baimo had shown such a strong interest in Norah.

Baimo's mind buzzed with confusion.

If Norah wasn't related to him, then how did she end up with that string of beads?

And what was her connection to Jace?

Baimo's expression grew darker and more intense. "Find out everything about Jace. I want him found—dead or alive."

"Understood," Joker said without hesitation.

Joker rushed to the laboratory to arrange another test, but Shadow, Pharaoh’s trusted aide, immediately reported this to Pharaoh.

It was only then that Pharaoh realized Baimo’s true intentions. The fact that Baimo hadn’t come to him directly meant he didn’t get the answer he was hoping for. Journi was his only daughter. If Norah was any threat to that, there was only one solution.

Pharaoh made a subtle gesture—a silent order to kill.

Shadow bowed slightly, his eyes sharp with understanding.

But Baimo was already a step ahead of the guards. While Pharaoh was known for waging external battles, he never encouraged civil war within his ranks.

Pharaoh pretended to be unaware of Baimo’s movements. Instead, he calmly instructed Shadow, "Announce a banquet. Call the Young Master and Miss Journi."

Shadow hesitated. "The Young Master just got back from a mission. I’m afraid he—"

"This is an order, not an invitation," Pharaoh cut him off.

Within minutes, Baimo received the summons. There was no room for refusal, but before leaving, he turned to Joker with firm instructions.

"Keep an eye on Norah and Kevin. Make sure nothing happens to them."

Joker's head snapped up in shock. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes were full of questions.

The Young Master had been protecting Norah because he thought she was his sister. But now that the test had proven otherwise, why was he still looking after her and Kevin?

Baimo’s voice was steady. "I need to get to the bottom of this."

Calvin had retrieved Journi, yet something always felt off. He had never felt close to Journi, but when he saw the emerald-green beads in Norah’s hands, a strange sense of familiarity struck him.

Maybe it was all just a coincidence.

The results were clear: Norah wasn’t his sister. But if Jace was involved, this could all be part of a much larger scheme.

Until he uncovered the truth, Norah had to be protected.

A cold determination flashed in Baimo’s eyes. "Just do as I say."

—

Before heading to the banquet, Baimo changed into formal attire. As he approached the hall, he ran into Journi at the entrance. As soon as she saw him, she pulled down the veil covering her face.

"Brother," she greeted softly.

Her delicate features were perfectly composed, but Baimo simply replied with a curt, "Hmm."

Journi’s face fell slightly. No matter how hard she tried to connect with him, Baimo remained indifferent. It was different with Norah—even assigning the Clown Master to protect her.

She couldn’t understand it. What was so special about Norah?

"Come inside," Pharaoh’s voice called from within.

Journi’s mood lifted, and she said excitedly, "Brother, Father is calling us. Let’s go in."

Baimo pressed his lips together in a tight line but said nothing.

Inside, Pharaoh was seated at the round table, his expression hidden behind a half-mask that covered the upper half of his face. Despite this, his sharp chin and thin lips hinted at his striking appearance.

"I’ve called you here to make an announcement," Pharaoh began. "I’m getting old. The Yi Tribe needs strong leadership. I’ll be stepping back to focus on my research, and as for the tribe’s affairs—"

"Since when have you ever taken care of them?" Baimo interrupted coldly.

Pharaoh barely reacted.

He had spent his life consumed by experiments, while his men looted and burned at will. He knew, and he let it happen.

The Yi Tribe had been plagued by internal conflicts for years, constantly targeted by allied forces, all because of the rich mineral deposits here.

To Pharaoh, human lives were expendable. His research mattered more than anything else.

"That’s why I’m entrusting everything to you," Pharaoh continued. "You’ll do an even better job than me. And now that you’re both of age, it’s time for you to marry."

Journi froze.

"Father, I’ve just returned. Shouldn’t I be helping with important matters? Why are you talking about marriage already? Isn’t this too fast?" she asked anxiously.

Baimo remained indifferent, and Pharaoh took note of his lack of reaction.

"Baimo, do you have no objections?" Pharaoh asked.

Baimo’s voice was icy. "I’m just not interested in anything you have to say. Was this the whole reason for this meeting?"

"Not entirely," Pharaoh replied. "Journi’s return has been kept quiet. Only those closest to me and those within our camp are aware. I’m planning a grand feast to introduce her to the entire tribe and formally hand leadership over to you."

Pharaoh’s lips curved slightly, his tone laced with finality. It was a command, not a suggestion.

Baimo smirked. "You have plenty of capable men. Are you really struggling to find someone else for the job? Or would you rather hand it over to Journi?"

His gaze locked onto Journi, studying her carefully.

He didn’t say anything else. He simply watched, waiting for her reaction.