Ch. 464: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 464

Chapter 464

Calvin had originally intended to pull the trigger and end Baimo’s life, but after a brief moment of thought, he held back.

Narrowing his eyes, he studied the defiance in Baimo’s gaze. "I’ll make sure you and your father experience the fall from power to imprisonment—and then to hell."

With a wave of his hand, his subordinates stepped forward, taking Baimo and the Clown away.

Calvin turned to his men. "Jace and Norah won’t get far. Bring them back to me—alive or dead."

"Yes, sir!" his men responded in unison.

...

Amidst the chaos of battle, Kevin infiltrated the Yi tribe, knowing full well that taking down the leader was the key to victory.

Baimo had allies, but Journi was still a force to be reckoned with.

Kevin raised his gun, aiming it directly at Journi’s head. "Don’t move. Take me to Norah."

Journi sat calmly at her desk, a painting spread out before her—a sea of roses. Though not perfectly detailed, the colors and shapes hinted at the artist’s emotions.

She had already sensed someone approaching. Since arriving at the Yi tribe, she had endured relentless pain and rigorous training. Anyone who managed to enter her room was no ordinary intruder.

She wasn't afraid. Guards surrounded the area. But what she hadn’t expected—

The voice belonged to Kevin!

He was supposed to have left. And yet, he came back for Norah.

He would risk everything for her.

Journi scoffed. "Do you really think that even if I take you to Norah, you can escape with her?"

Her sneer was laced with disdain.

Kevin had no interest in conversation. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, keeping his gun pressed against her head with the other.

Journi’s arrogance remained. With a swift motion of her hand, a faint fragrance filled the air.

Kevin hadn't expected such a move, but his gun never wavered.

A smirk played on Journi’s lips. "Kevin, even if you’re strong, you won’t last long—not with the poison already in your system and this new dose I just released. Don’t bother resisting."

She silently counted down in her head—three, two, one—

"Bang!"

Kevin collapsed.

He had planned to take her hostage, but she had been trained for situations like this.

The Yi tribe had been plagued by war for years, enduring both external threats and internal strife. Journi had no choice but to harden herself to survive.

As Kevin lay immobilized, Journi reached out, tracing a hand along his jawline, her fingers gliding upward.

Beneath his disguise, his face was a masterpiece—chiseled, striking.

Her fingers trailed down to his collarbone. "Kevin..."

"Bianca's voice."

Kevin’s words cut through the moment, his tone ice-cold.

Journi’s eyes widened in shock. "Since when did you know?"

She had altered her appearance, taken precautions. How had he figured it out? Was it her touch, her presence?

Kevin didn’t bother looking at her. "Do I really need to spell out the connection between you and Calvin?"

He had already uncovered the truth about Bianca and Calvin. He knew Calvin had targeted him and Norah not just out of ambition, but because of Norah’s identity.

And because of Bianca.

"So, the truth comes out. But it doesn’t matter now," Journi murmured. "You’ve always looked down on me. Even after everything, you still let Norah plot against me... You think you’re untouchable. But I’m going to bring you down, Kevin. I’ll strip you of your pride and make you my prisoner."

Kevin’s gaze remained indifferent, laced with disgust.

But then—more figures stormed into the room, surrounding Bianca.

She realized too late—Kevin had outplayed her.

Kevin had never planned to infiltrate enemy territory alone. His focus was on rescuing Norah, and he had set a trap of his own.

As Kevin dragged Bianca to Calvin, the warlord smirked. "The entire Yi tribe is under my control. Do you really think the Pharaoh’s daughter can be used against me?"

Calvin barely spared Bianca a glance.

She had known this was coming. She had never had faith in Calvin. Without expectations, there was no disappointment.

But Kevin wasn’t done.

"Calvin, are you sure she’s Pharaoh’s daughter? That she’s Journi? And not—your own daughter, Bianca?"

Calvin’s expression darkened. He hadn't expected Kevin to uncover this secret.

But there was no turning back now.

Calvin let out a low chuckle. "I have been in the Yi tribe for years. When have I ever had a daughter? Kevin, you came here only to sow discord and destroy us. You think I don’t see through your selfish motives?"

Kevin’s voice was sharp. "Still denying it, even now?"

Calvin knew better than to admit the truth. He wouldn’t expose Bianca as his weakness—not in front of everyone.

But Kevin had evidence.

With a single motion, he displayed undeniable proof—photos of Calvin meeting with Bianca, records of his travels to the imperial capital.

Calvin’s eyes flickered.

Kevin had backed him into a corner.

Still, Calvin wouldn't let Kevin ruin everything. Not when he was this close to absolute power.

His expression remained cold, but he finally admitted it. "Yes, she is my daughter. But I did it all for Pharaoh’s legacy. Pharaoh was a madman—obsessed with creating some kind of immortal warrior. Everything happening to the Yi tribe now is his fault! I had to rebel!"

His words barely left his lips before he launched an attack on Kevin.