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,

somehow turned

he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and lying to me!” he declared, on the verge of

man’s lips widened as he gave Edmund

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

bit his cheek so hard

and saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just

“What do you mean?”

been uncooperative on various occasions, especially now that he’s

Edmund, and

futile, for the men

“Mmph…”

don’t know about your dad and us, right? Let’s go. We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did

hotel in

realize that the annoying man who refused to leave her side

Where is he?

was in a

a daze after being rescued from the forest and

she wasn’t in a trance, it seemed like she had lost all interest in life. For the past two days,

a withering flower that was about to die

subordinate rushed into