Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

This is weird. Where did she go?

Lance called Travis, but the latter told him they hadn’t received any news from Sasha after the exhibition came to an end. Hence, they thought she had gone back to Avenport.

Panic gripped Lance.

He brought Vivian to the Blackwood residence. “Uncle Jackson, can you take care of Vivian? I need to head to Summerbank. Sha didn’t come home. I need to find her.”

He was anxious as he was still very young.

Jackson’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean by she didn’t come home? She’s an adult. Did she get lost?”

Lance said nothing as his face paled visibly.

In the end, Jackson followed Lance over to Summerbank.

Two days passed, but Sasha was still nowhere to be seen.

It was as though she had vanished into thin air.

“Uncle Jackson, should we ask for Sebastian’s help? I’m worried about Sha,” Lance suggested, anxiety evident in his expression.

At the mention of that name, Jackson retorted furiously, “Why do we need his help? Sasha has nothing to do with him anymore! Let’s make a police report!”

He told Lance to make a police report.

Still, Sebastian found out about her disappearance soon.

trading company, Hurricane Trading

is that?” He stopped working as his expression went dark in

nervously. “The company is legitimate and doing well. But, they claimed they never took part in the exhibition or

air in the room

that surrounded the man, Luke could see

them headed

in Summerbank. Besides Hayes Corporation’ employees, the police and relevant departments were dispatched in full force to

returned results that very

Hayes, we found her. She’s in Crystal Hotel,

messenger in disbelief. He had already

her, the hotel management told

in Luke’s heart

to Summerback to join in the

could barely tamp down his

Sebastian’s expression turned stony.

headed to

saw the police and the hotel owner waiting in front of Sasha’s room

you’re looking for is

“Open the door!”

saw red and ordered the door

door. When the door slid open, Sebastian

a loss

to disperse the

bed. Flames of anger licked