Ch. 461: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 461
Chapter 461
Norah remained silent, but deep down, she understood—some people are far more complex than they seem.
Baimo spoke in a low voice. "I suggest you stop overthinking. I have things to do tonight. You need to find the clown."
Norah still didn’t respond.
Her mind was clouded, swirling with Baimo’s words and fragmented memories from the past.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, someone covered her mouth.
Norah tried to struggle, but her attacker’s strength was overwhelming. She was no match.
...
On Kevin’s side.
Kevin woke up abruptly.
"Captain Edwards, dreaming about Ms. White?" Levi teased as he stepped inside. Kevin’s sudden alarm did not go unnoticed.
Kevin was drenched in sweat.
He didn’t answer—his silence said it all.
Ignoring everything else, Kevin quickly instructed Levi, "Watch over the troops. If anything happens, report it to the superiors. If they punish me, I’ll accept it."
He wasn’t afraid of punishment. He was afraid of losing Norah.
Levi knew he couldn’t stop Kevin. He gave a firm nod. "Captain Edwards, don’t worry. I’ll take care of the team."
...
Norah was groggy.
When she woke up, she was in a dimly lit room. She couldn’t see much, but the air was thick with the strong scent of formalin.
Footsteps approached in the darkness.
Her body tensed, instincts on high alert. She wanted to resist, but she was bound—unable to move.
Pain coursed through her as she realized a needle had pierced her skin.
"Calvin?" she murmured, frowning, dread creeping in.
Who else could dare to do this in Pharaoh’s territory? Who would treat her like a volatile threat?
It had to be Calvin.
Or was it... Pharaoh?
But before she could think further, the lights suddenly flooded the room.
A chilling laugh echoed, and a man stepped into view.
His features bore a striking resemblance to Bianca’s.
It was Road Trace.
"Didn’t expect you to be so sharp," he sneered. "But no matter how smart you are, you’re still in my hands. Norah, if you had just stayed away, you might have lived."
Archer had drugged her, expecting her to die. But Norah had survived.
He had other priorities, no intention of pursuing her in the country. Yet, she had walked right into the Yi tribe—straight into danger.
So now, he had no choice but to handle her himself.
A cold smirk played on Norah’s lips. "And yet, here you are. You’re going to die, too."
No one escapes death.
Calvin’s end was inevitable.
"Are you threatening me?" Calvin scoffed. "You’re not that important."
He forced a pill down her throat.
Watching her like a predator studying its prey, Calvin grinned. "I can’t wait to see you transform into my medicine man. Everyone’s reaction will be priceless. Haha—!"
His laughter rang through the room as he turned to leave.
Norah remained silent, refusing to panic. Fate had led her here, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight.
She would escape.
At the same time, she began to connect the dots between herself and Pharaoh.
But Baimo’s results had all been conveniently cut off. Keeping her close had always been like holding onto a ticking time bomb.
Meanwhile, that same night, Journi sought out Baimo.
During a banquet for the Yi tribe’s subordinates, Journi handed Baimo a glass of wine. The moment he drank it, he coughed up blood.
Journi’s face paled in shock. "Brother! What’s happening?!"
Baimo squinted at her, then glanced at the others. Their anxious expressions told him everything. If the poisoned wine had reached him, it could only have come from someone close.
Grabbing Journi’s wrist, he smirked coldly. "What do you think?"
"Brother, I’m innocent! You’re my own brother. How could I hurt you?" Journi protested, looking wounded.
Pharaoh stepped forward. "Baimo, you can suspect anyone, but Journi is your sister."
"Really?" Baimo stepped toward Pharaoh, but before he could say more, his body gave out. Journi caught him as he collapsed.
He tried to push her away, but his eyelids felt unbearably heavy. Moments later, he lost consciousness.
Baimo was carried away, and Pharaoh called off the feast.
Journi remained by Baimo’s side the entire time. Pharaoh watched her attentively.
Pharaoh understood Baimo’s resentment toward his sister, given the way she had been favored while he had been disciplined.
"Journi, don’t take your brother’s words to heart," Pharaoh reassured her. "I know you’ve always wanted a good relationship with him. I’ve already ordered an investigation. When the truth comes out, I’ll make sure your brother sees you clearly."
He stroked Journi’s head gently.
After all, she had been separated from him for over a decade. With his identity, he had never been a good father to her.
Journi nodded obediently. "Okay."
She even helped massage his back.
"Dad, does that feel good?" she asked sweetly.
"Your birthday is coming up in less than a week. What do you want?" Pharaoh asked, patting her hand. Tonight’s feast had taken an unexpected turn, but he still intended to give Journi a grand celebration.
Her voice was soft, her presence warm. She was the perfect doting daughter.
"I just want to be with my father and brother. I want my brother to care about me. I want my father to live a long life."
Pharaoh’s heart ached.
He hadn’t expected such a pure wish.
He smiled. "Journi, your wishes will come true."
That night, Journi stayed by Baimo’s side, but he didn’t wake until Calvin arrived.
"Stop watching over him. Go get some rest," Calvin said.
"It was your poison..." Journi began.
Before she could finish, Calvin cut her off coldly. "Of course it was. Baimo’s already putting the pieces together. Do you want to wait until he exposes you as a fraud in front of Pharaoh?"
Journi fell silent.
"I’ll have someone watch over Baimo. You just keep up the act. I have big plans for your birthday party."
"Okay."
Journi had no choice but to comply.
But she hadn’t forgotten that voice from before. She needed to act instead of just sitting here, being lectured.
What they didn’t realize was that after they left, Baimo’s eyes suddenly fluttered open.
The clown stepped forward. "Young master, what’s our next move?"