Ch. 457: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 457

Chapter 457

Journi was full of pride, convinced she had forced Norah into submission. She could see the fear in Norah’s eyes, and it made her feel powerful.

But her victory was short-lived. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her away. The next second, she was thrown aside.

Baimo strode forward, placing himself between Norah and Journi. His sharp gaze locked onto his sister. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Brother! She bullied me. She doesn’t respect me at all!" Journi whined, her voice thick with fake tears.

She knew how to put on a show. Her eyes glistened, brimming with false emotion.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Baimo’s lips. "Oh? Is that so?"

"Of course!" Journi nodded quickly, but Baimo’s skeptical smile made her uneasy. "Brother, don’t you believe me?"

"I know exactly what kind of person Norah is. And I know why you’re targeting her." His tone was cold and unwavering. "But this ends now. Don’t come near me again."

His words were precise, deliberate, and final.

Norah remained expressionless, but Journi was seething. In her eyes, Norah was gloating.

Clenching her fists, Journi demanded, "Brother, why are you defending her? I’m your sister!"

Her voice cracked with frustration, but Baimo had already lost patience. "Everything happens for a reason. From now on, stay away. I won’t repeat myself."

Tears streaming down her face, Journi ran off.

Baimo had never favored her, but this? This was humiliating. He had turned on her for Norah. She knew if she didn’t leave now, he would throw her out himself.

As soon as Journi was gone, Norah instinctively took a step back, putting distance between herself and Baimo.

His voice was low and calm. "So, now that you’ve used me, you’re going to push me away?"

His words were cutting, laced with an edge that sent a chill through the air.

Baimo wasn’t stupid. Once the test results were confirmed, he wouldn’t be so lenient with Norah.

Kevin had gotten out safely. That meant it was time for Norah to act.

Even if she ended up dead, at least she had tried.

"Your sister clearly has it out for me, and Pharaoh is watching. I know where I stand." Norah’s mind was already working on her next move.

She had some self-defense skills, but she was no match for Journi. Baimo was Pharaoh’s son. If she had to, she would use him.

Baimo’s voice remained steady. "I know you don’t want to die. Help me lure Jace here, and I’ll let you go."

Norah fell silent, thinking back to Jace—the way he treated her, the kindness in his voice, the way he once looked out for her.

She scoffed. "Haven’t I already made myself clear? Why are you so obsessed? If Journi weren’t your sister, would Pharaoh even let her stay here?"

Pharaoh wasn’t a fool, but even he must have been questioning Baimo’s motives by now.

Norah added, "If you don’t trust your sister, why don’t you both take a test?"

Baimo exhaled slowly. "Norah, you’re smart. You know exactly what to say. But that’s not what I need to hear. Don’t forget—you’re in the Yi tribe now."

If it weren’t for his protection, she’d already be suffering a far worse fate. Yet, she still dared to challenge him.

Still, despite his sharp words, there was a part of him that couldn’t truly bring himself to hurt her.

Norah smirked. "Of course. You have your reasons, and I won’t stand in your way. Just don’t let your sister interfere with me again."

"Hmm."

Baimo could have ignored her, but he gave a response anyway.

Norah set out to find Karina and Steven. Technically, she wasn’t supposed to return to the slave camp, but she insisted. "I have free movement, don’t I? I need to find someone."

Baimo raised an eyebrow. "You still have the black card, don’t you?"

He had never taken it back. She had full access and wasn’t restricted in any way.

Norah pressed her lips together. "Then why do you still have the clown follow me?"

Who knew when that lunatic Journi would strike again? If she wanted to survive, she needed to be cautious.

"Fine." Baimo agreed easily.

Norah returned to the slave camp and found the young girl from before.

She turned to the clown. "Can I take her to my room?"

From his perspective, she was just helping a fifteen-year-old girl. The girl had been trapped in the slave camp long enough—there was no threat there.

Besides, Baimo had given clear instructions: as long as Norah didn’t make any outrageous requests, they were to be granted.

The clown gestured for her to go ahead.

Norah led the girl back to her small room.

The girl was covered in fresh wounds.

Fortunately, the room had remained untouched, and there were still medical supplies. Norah pulled the girl to the edge of the bed and carefully treated her injuries.

The girl looked at Norah as if she were her last hope. "You’ve been here so long, and you’re completely unharmed. Even the clown protects you. His status is high—can’t you find a way to get me out? I don’t want to stay here anymore."

She had once resigned herself to death, but deep down, she wanted to live. If she had to run for her life, so be it. Dying out there was better than rotting away in this place.