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.

behind the gentle facade was a mind

his son’s death, Alfred was no

in him. The repressed

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

men to the military base. He

“What did you say?”

grew insidiously solemn

Chief Prosecutor there, any proof discovered could

Alfred’s teeth

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

bistro wouldn’t leave a trace. We just need to worry about Stephen.

“Stephen?”

Alfred had

of him? This is

to seeing the look on his face when he realizes

finally let out a cunning

glint in his eye, he pulled out a napkin to

that a person like him was

was boiling some herbs for medication, she sprawled on the table and fell

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