Ch. 450: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 450

Chapter 450

Journi quickly waved her hand. "I can't do it, Brother. I don't know anything."

Taking the Zen position might seem like an honor, but Pharaoh wouldn't step back without reason. Whether he was testing Baimo or testing her, one thing was clear—this wasn’t a matter she could afford to influence right now.

Baimo smirked. "You can't learn? Haven't you been learning all this time?"

Pharaoh's eyes sharpened, his gaze cutting through the tension. "I didn't bring you here to watch you exchange pleasantries. You are siblings; you’re supposed to support each other. Journi, if you can't remember your past, then forget it. What matters is the future. When the time comes, I will choose the finest sons and daughters of the Yi tribe for you."

There was no room for refusal.

Journi kept her anger in check, forcing herself to finish the meal in silence. As soon as she could, she hurried back to her quarters.

She had planned to send Owen to inform Calvin, but before she could, Calvin arrived first.

His expression was heavy. "Be more restrained around Baimo."

Journi frowned. "What do you mean?"

The entire camp already knew she was Pharaoh’s daughter. She was the eldest lady, her identity undisputed. Baimo never showed much warmth toward her, but why should she be cautious around him?

Calvin’s voice was cold. "Baimo is running a blood test between himself and Norah."

Originally, Calvin had intended to leave the laboratory. But when he saw the blood sample was delivered by the clown, who only followed Baimo’s orders, he decided to stay.

Journi froze, utterly stunned.

But she quickly composed herself. Since Calvin was aware of this, she trusted that he wouldn’t let it happen.

She let out a slow breath, though her eyes darkened with cold determination. "Norah won’t leave here alive."

"Bringing her back was your mistake," Calvin said, his expression hard. His sharp gaze bore into her, his disappointment palpable.

Journi said nothing.

Whatever her reasons were for bringing Norah back, there was no point explaining them now.

Calvin’s tone was sharp. "If a person thinks they're too smart, they’re actually being foolish."

"I understand." Journi nodded, choosing not to argue further.

Calvin didn’t linger long. Once he was gone, Journi turned her focus elsewhere. She needed to go to Baimo.

Just as she was making preparations, Owen delivered unexpected news. "Miss, the woman you ordered to be thrown into the slave camp was taken away by Norah. And... there was a man with her. He also freed one of the male slaves."

"They’re all at Young Master Baimo’s now."

Journi clenched her fists. It seemed she had no choice but to confront Baimo in person.

At Baimo’s residence, Norah was the first to wake up.

The moment her eyes opened, she turned toward Kevin, who lay on a small bed beside her, his face pale, his breathing weak.

"Kevin..." she whispered, reaching out to shake him.

"Let him rest," the clown said. "He just went through a poisonous attack. His body is still too weak."

The clown was still here. Which meant she was still in Baimo’s territory.

Her gaze shifted, and sure enough, Baimo was nearby, his lips pressed into a thin line. His face was unreadable, but there was an unmistakable hint of exhaustion.

He had taken a bullet for her.

Norah’s chest tightened. She barely had the chance to say anything to him.

Steeling herself, she stepped forward. "Kevin’s poison... you’re Pharaoh’s son. You have influence. Can you—"

"I don’t have a say in this. I can’t get an antidote," Baimo cut her off coldly.

Norah’s heart sank. He was pushing her to confront Pharaoh herself.

Pharaoh was ruthless. And if Kevin found out about Baimo’s connection to him, wouldn’t that make them enemies?

Her breath hitched. "Kevin and I have done nothing wrong. Why does everything have to be a fight?"

The past was the past. Couldn’t they look forward instead?

Baimo studied her closely. She looked sincere—maybe even desperate. Before the blood test, she had seemed resistant. Now?

People were strange.

Baimo smirked. "I didn’t poison him. Complaining to me is pointless."

"Miss Journi is here," a guard announced.

Norah instinctively glanced at Baimo. His face remained unreadable.

She said nothing more and turned toward Kevin. But before she could reach him, Baimo caught her wrist.

"Come with me," he said in a low voice. "It’s better to clear up misunderstandings."

Without waiting for her response, he pulled her outside just as Journi entered with a small box in her hands.

"Brother, Owen bought these osmanthus cakes for me. I haven’t had any yet—I thought you might want to try them first."

Baimo wasn’t interested. "It’s better if you talk things through."

"There’s nothing to say," Norah replied coolly.

Journi had tried to kill her more than once.

Journi smiled, but her eyes glinted with challenge. "I’m a straightforward person. I believe enemies can become friends. After all, one more friend is always better than one more enemy."

Norah met her gaze with an amused smile. "Miss Journi, you must be joking. We have nothing in common. I never intended to be your enemy. But you’ve been trying to kill me since day one. So tell me—how is this my fault?"

She wasn’t sure why Baimo had dragged her into this, but if Journi wanted a confrontation, she wouldn’t back down.

Journi’s smile stiffened.

She hadn’t expected Norah to speak so bluntly.

If Baimo weren’t here, she would’ve slapped Norah on the spot.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm. "That was all a misunderstanding. Let’s put it behind us. Brother, why don’t you invite her to the upcoming banquet?"

Then, she turned back to Norah with a saccharine smile. "Shall we start over? My name is Journi. Or... Julie."

Norah didn’t hesitate. "No need."

Journi’s expression faltered. "What?"

"I don’t need to know you again."

Before Journi could recover, a violent coughing fit echoed from inside.

Norah didn’t spare her another glance. She turned and walked away.

But Journi’s heart had already sunk.

She clenched her jaw and turned to Baimo. "Brother, she’s got a sharp tongue. Could you at least help smooth things over?"