Ch. 458: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 458

Chapter 458

Norah stopped the girl in her tracks.

The girl paused, silent for a few seconds, then took another step forward.

Norah quickly moved in front of her, blocking her path. “You’ve been tortured here for so long. Don’t you have any thoughts of fighting back?”

She gripped the girl’s wrist tightly.

Thoughts of fighting back?

Of course, the girl had thought about it. But she was a slave. Pharaoh’s men were strong, skilled, and armed to the teeth. Even if she wanted to resist, she was powerless. And not everyone would stand with her.

The endless torture had worn many down to the point of numbness.

“I just want to survive. If I’m not meant to live, then I want to die peacefully,” the girl said with a bitter smile.

Norah fell silent.

The girl’s smile and the emptiness in her eyes made her seem like she’d lived a lifetime of suffering.

Norah placed a hand on her shoulder. “Whether we die now or later, it’s still death. Why not fight? If our deaths mean something, then our lives won’t have been wasted.”

“I have a plan.”

The girl hesitated, but something in Norah’s determined gaze made her waver.

Journi’s Fury

Journi stormed back to her quarters, consumed by one thought: Norah had to die.

But she’d confronted Norah earlier, and Baimo had witnessed their clash. He’d sided with Norah without even asking for Journi’s side of the story. If she made a move now, Baimo would only resent her more.

Frustrated, she went to find Calvin.

But Calvin’s men stopped her at the door. “Miss, Elder Donnelly isn’t available right now.”

Journi was stunned.

First Baimo, now Calvin. Was no one on her side?

“Do you know who I am? How dare you stop me! What is Elder Donnelly doing that even I can’t see him?” Journi’s voice rose, her anger boiling over.

The guard bowed respectfully but stood his ground. “Miss, I don’t know what Elder Donnelly is doing. He gave strict orders not to be disturbed. When he’s finished, he’ll come out.”

Journi’s chest heaved with frustration, but there was nothing she could do. She paced outside the door, seething.

Calvin’s Experiment

Inside the room, Calvin stood before Jace, who was submerged in a glass container filled with a thick, foul-smelling liquid. Jace was naked, his body pale and his eyes bloodshot.

“Jace, you’ve come a long way. The Pharaoh invested a lot in you,” Calvin said, holding a test tube filled with Jace’s blood. The blood, once purified, emitted a faint medicinal scent—a rare and valuable treasure.

Jace had walked right into Calvin’s hands, and now Calvin could develop new drugs. With this, he could surpass the Pharaoh.

“You want to surpass the Pharaoh?” Jace sneered, his voice weak but defiant. “You’re nothing like him. You’ll never be him.”

Calvin’s loyalty to the Pharaoh was a facade. In secret, he’d been studying the Pharaoh, trying to outdo him. But no matter how hard he tried, he could never measure up.

Calvin’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t tolerate disobedience.

With a wave of his hand, a cobra was thrown into the container. It coiled around Jace’s neck and bit down.

Jace grimaced but didn’t cry out. He’d endured far worse. Calvin needed him alive—for now.

A smirk tugged at Jace’s lips. “You’d better kill me, or make sure I can’t fight back. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret this.”

Calvin’s smile widened. “Do you think I’d give you that chance? Or what do you think the Pharaoh would do if he saw his prized creation return?”

The Pharaoh would be thrilled—or perhaps driven to madness.

But Jace wasn’t afraid. He’d anticipated the worst but still held onto hope. He just hadn’t expected Calvin to intercept him.

“Then why haven’t you taken me to the Pharaoh? Calvin, what’s really going on in that twisted mind of yours?”

Jace’s face was pale, his lips dark and cracked. Finally, he passed out.

Calvin’s smile grew triumphant.

Journi’s Plea

When Calvin finally emerged, he found Journi waiting impatiently. His frown deepened. “Why are you here?”

He’d told her to stay away, but she never listened.

“I need your help,” Journi said, stepping closer.

Calvin’s expression darkened. He led her to another room, where he didn’t hold back his anger. “Use your head! This is the Yi tribe, not some playground. You can’t just do whatever you want! Think before you act!”

Journi understood the warning in his words. She pursed her lips. “Norah’s here, and Baimo’s treating her like she’s special. It’s dangerous. I can’t touch her myself.”

“So you came to me to kill her?” Calvin said flatly.

Journi nodded. “Yes.”

Calvin was faster, more precise, and far more ruthless than she was. And with his status, even if Baimo discovered Norah’s death, he wouldn’t dare confront Calvin.

“Then why is Norah here in the first place?” Calvin’s voice was cold, his anger barely contained.

Norah’s presence wasn’t Journi’s doing.

Journi lowered her head, ashamed. “I just wanted to teach her a lesson, make her suffer, and let her die here. But I didn’t expect Baimo to protect her like this.”

Some things were hard to deny—like the pull of blood ties.

“There’s a lot you didn’t expect. From now on, you’ll answer for your actions. If you cross me again…”

Calvin didn’t finish the sentence, but the threat was clear. Journi shuddered, realizing the depth of his ruthlessness.