Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Hanako had her doubts since things had progressed way too smoothly. It was then they received the text from the woman who was next to Sebastian.

“Mrs. Tsurka, she said she had gotten everything ready. However, she wants us to honor our promise as well.”

Yancy rolled her eyes and asked the woman next to her, “What sort of promises are you talking about?”

“Prior to her departure, she told us to get rid of the woman if she was able to replace her. In other words, she wants us to take out the woman she’s replacing.”

Yancy finally recalled the agreement she had with the so-called Sasha.

What are we supposed to do? Am I supposed to kill her?

She had her doubts when she recalled something she wished to shrug off her mind yet couldn’t as much as she tried.

“If that’s the case, just send her to undergo plastic surgery and ensure she won’t cause us any trouble in the future.”

“Yes.”

her way to the chamber as soon as she received

“Heather, I won’t let you down! Although she’s no longer the

she finished her glass of wine, she made her way to

saw the frail woman the moment she made her way into the desolate

they had been sedating her ever since her last failed suicide attempt. She wasn’t even allowed to take

silence and announced the moment she saw Sasha, “Ms. Wand, I have great news for you—your husband is having a great time with your doppelganger as we

couldn’t even sit upright, grasped the blanket with all her

her, she felt a strong urge to take her out and rip her into pieces. “Y-You’ll get the

into laughter as she found Sasha’s warning hilarious when she couldn’t

talking about my brother? I’m afraid you’re right—he’s long dead! The old geezer had sent his men to take him

are you trying

since your husband is no longer yours! I suppose you don’t think you get to roam free when your doppelganger is

strangled Sasha and started running her fingers across Sasha’s face without holding

and started yelling, “You must have lost your mind! Stay away

that, Ms. Wand! At the very least, I’ll get you a magazine and let