“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—”

don’t know? Ha! Your dad has taken a lot of money from us. By the way, we helped

somehow turned paler at

official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting

lips widened

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

so hard it

his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t look like he knows his dad

“What do you mean?”

that he’s the Senate Speaker.

on Edmund, and

for the men strode over

“Mmph…”

he’ll react after

hotel

two whole days for Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who refused to

Where is he?

in

she had been in a daze after being rescued from the forest and regaining

life.

a withering flower that was about to die

subordinate rushed

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