Ch. 542: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 542

Chapter 542

The Yi tribe had been at war before, and on top of that, Freyja had trained under Baimo, making her an exceptional fighter.

The gangsters had no chance against her. No matter how hard they tried to shake her off, she overpowered them, even pinning them underfoot. "No way! I'm turning you in to the police right now!"

She had no patience for nonsense.

Hearing that, the gangsters panicked. "We'll pay it back! Double, even! Just let us go—don’t turn us in!"

Freyja scoffed. "Spit out the money first."

They didn’t dare refuse.

But she didn’t take double. She only returned the little girl’s rightful share before grabbing one of the gangsters with one hand and calling the police with the other.

You have to pull the weeds out by the roots—otherwise, they’ll grow back in the spring breeze.

If this thug crossed paths with her again, he'd be the unlucky one.

When the police arrived and took them away, Freyja gave the little girl some extra money. "This is all I can do for you. Stay strong, okay?"

Seeing someone so young forced to fend for herself, Freyja couldn’t help but think of the war orphans she had encountered before. If only there had never been a war, how much better life would be.

Maybe then, Baimo would have been better off too… No, the old Pharaoh wouldn’t have neglected his family for politics, and Baimo wouldn’t have carried so many burdens.

But there were no ‘ifs’ in life.

"Thank you, sister," the little girl said gratefully before running off.

As Freyja watched her disappear into the distance, she suddenly heard her calling out in Yi dialect.

A fellow compatriot.

That realization brought an unexpected warmth to Freyja’s heart.

But the girl was already too far away.

Just then, Baimo’s voice broke the moment. "Ever heard the saying, ‘A strong dragon can’t suppress a local snake’?"

Freyja was skilled, no doubt. But at the end of the day, she was alone. If these gangsters had more accomplices…

"I didn’t think about all that at the time," she admitted. "Besides, weren’t you right here with me?"

She had simply wanted to help. But now that Baimo mentioned it, she realized she had never been truly alone—he had always been by her side.

Baimo sighed. "It’s not that I don’t want you to fight back, but you have to think about yourself first."

Freyja stuck out her tongue playfully. "Got it."

Her bright smile made her look particularly mischievous in Baimo’s eyes.

She took his hand. "So, should we find Norah now or go hunt for snacks?"

Baimo noticed her hand—slender, fair-skinned.

Her touch felt so natural.

Freyja saw him staring but didn’t let go. "We're out in public. If we act too distant, people might get suspicious. Look, we already ran into Norah and another Yi tribesman by chance. Who’s to say we won’t run into someone else important?"

Before she could finish, Baimo cut her off with a low chuckle. "Alright, enough talking. Let’s grab something to eat first. We’ll find Norah later."

"Great!"

Freyja’s grin nearly split her face.

Baimo letting her hold his hand in public? That meant they were making progress. Maybe soon there’d be more hand-holding… then kissing… then marriage…

Just thinking about it filled her with excitement.

"What are you daydreaming about? You look ridiculous." Baimo frowned.

His voice snapped her back to reality.

Like he could even guess what she was thinking!

She quickly shook her head. "Nothing! Let’s go."

Meanwhile, on Norah’s side—

She knew Baimo and Freyja wouldn’t separate, so she and Kevin took their time, stopping to take pictures together.

Not far away, she noticed a film crew at work and was reminded of Nellie.

Nellie had become a famous director. Sasha, a renowned actress. In the early days, they had kept in touch often, but as time passed and they got busier, their messages dwindled. Still, the bond remained.

After this honeymoon, it might be time to revisit a few things.

"If you want to enter the entertainment industry, I can—"

Kevin’s deep, gentle voice interrupted her thoughts.

Norah laughed. "I’m in my thirties. Wouldn’t it be a waste to join the industry now?"

"You don’t have to act. You could be a producer, a director, a screenwriter. Think about it—what interests you?"

Kevin spoiled her completely. Whatever she wanted, he’d support unconditionally.

Norah smiled. "I’ll think about it when we get back."

"Look," Kevin said, tilting his chin toward something.

Norah followed his gaze.

She spotted Baimo and Freyja walking together, Freyja clinging to Baimo’s arm, both smiling deeply.

Something had definitely happened between those two. Baimo could be in denial all he wanted, but the truth was obvious.

"Looks like something good is brewing between them," she mused.

"Isn’t that a good thing?" Kevin asked.

Baimo was a few years older than Norah. Most men his age already had several children, yet here he was, only just beginning his first real relationship.

"Yeah. Should we still tag along?"

Kevin hesitated. "They have their own plans. We have ours. Maybe we should give them space?"

Norah scoffed. "And let them wander around blindly? They don’t know the area like we do. Besides—" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you trying to ditch them?"

"Not at all," Kevin defended himself quickly. "I just think they need space more than we do right now. They’re just getting started."

Norah gave a small huff but didn’t press further.

Back with Baimo and Freyja—

Trouble found them again.

The gangster Freyja had turned in had already been released. And now, he had backup.

Surrounding them, the gangsters sneered. "Laozu begged for mercy, even promised to pay you double. But you lied and turned him in! Do you even know whose turf this is?"

Freyja’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Nope. Don’t care."

Baimo had warned her earlier about the dangers of acting impulsively, but there was no way she was going to let these guys intimidate her.

The gangsters gave a signal, and a group of men lunged at them.

Big mistake.

They had no idea who they were messing with.