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—”

has taken a lot of money from us. By the way, we helped him get to his current position, too!” the man reminded with a sinister

pale face somehow turned paler

like that. He’s a key official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and

lips widened

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

his cheek so hard it was starting to

man came in and saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t

“What do you mean?”

now that he’s the

on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled in

futile, for the men strode

“Mmph…”

shall find out how he’ll

hotel

Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who refused to

Where is he?

in

daze after being rescued from

in a trance, it seemed like she had lost all interest in life. For the past two days, she was

was as though one was watching a withering flower that was about to

Edmund’s subordinate rushed into