Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Nonsense!” Benedict barked.

Alas, he couldn’t really do anything about it.

In the end, he made a call and booked a flight to Zarain with one thought in mind—to save his son.

There was no way Edmund could be the spy.

He didn’t even know when exactly his father hooked up with those people!

Thud!

Another punch landed on his belly. The man tied to the chair trembled and lowered his head in anguish.

“You’d better spill, or else you’ll die in this basement,” the attacker warned.

Curling into a ball, Edmund couldn’t utter a word for some time until the pain subsided.

He finally looked up, his face damp with cold sweat.

“I said, I don’t know who you are. I’m not a spy!” he answered weakly.

“You don’t know us?” The man chuckled icily before tossing a stack of photos in front of him.

Edmund’s gaze landed on the photos. His eyes turned saucers when he realized who the person in the pictures was.

“What? My dad—”

money from us. By the way, we helped him get to his

face somehow

something like this. You must

mocking smile on the man’s lips widened as he

like your dad achieved success through his own means? How naïve of you,”

so hard it was

nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered,

“What do you mean?”

uncooperative on various occasions, especially now that he’s the Senate Speaker. Why

sinister gaze landed on Edmund, and he instinctively

struggles were futile, for the men strode

“Mmph…”

Let’s go. We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did to you!”

a hotel in

the annoying man who refused to leave

Where is he?

was in a

in a daze after being rescued from the

interest in life. For

though one was watching a withering flower that was

one day, Edmund’s subordinate rushed into her