Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Who told you to say that? Huh? Did I give you the authority? Why did you force him to send the lunatic to 711? Did you think that you were really smart to have come up with such a perfect solution?”

“No… It’s not that, Sir. I… I just said it on a whim,” Walter stuttered as he tried to explain.

Just as he spoke, the middle-aged man bellowed at him with even greater intensity.

“On a whim? What a smart*ss you are. Your whim has messed up my carefully planned moves. Whose side are you really on anyway?” The angry middle-aged man snarled in his chair.

Walter looked up in fear.

“Sir, I… Of course I’m on your side. Please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t do it on purpose just now. I was thinking since that lunatic has been diagnosed as clinically insane, we won’t be able to dispose of him. Hence, it would be a good idea to lock him up at 711 instead.”

“Bullsh*t! It was my intention for him to be declared insane all along. How do you know I’m unable to dispose of him? Don’t you realize I’ve done all this to make it easier for me to destroy him?”

Filled with rage, Alfred lost his usual composure and admonished Walter.

Walter was stunned by Alfred’s words.

This is the plan all along?

“I’m sorry, Sir. I have made a mistake-”

“Your brain is just full of crap. Let me warn you now. If Jonathan manages to find something through this investigation, you will suffer the consequences!”

Alfred’s reprimand forced Walter to start counting down the days to his doom.

moment, Alfred had a strange expression. Having been president for many years, he had always projected a warm and gentle demeanor. In fact, he seemed very much down to

behind the gentle facade was a mind

Alfred was no longer

felt over the years had contributed to the change in him. The repressed frustrations of his position as the president caused him to feel like a

Franklin entered and saw Walter kneeling on the ground, a fearful expression set upon his

base.

“What did you say?”

face grew insidiously solemn at

the Chief Prosecutor there, any proof discovered could be directly admitted

Alfred’s teeth

you instructed them to destroy all the evidence? Did they leave any

worry, the staff at the bistro wouldn’t leave a trace. We just need to worry about Stephen. I just wonder if he will spoil

“Stephen?”

Alfred had

is the perfect

looking forward to seeing the look on his face when he realizes that he has been

finally let out

pulled out a napkin to wipe his dirty

to believe that a

was boiling some herbs for medication, she

making it chilly and damp at the same time. Very quickly, the