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—”

Your dad has taken a lot of money from us. By the way, we helped him

somehow turned

no way he’ll do something like this.

on the man’s lips widened as

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

cheek so hard it was starting

and saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He

“What do you mean?”

that he’s

gaze landed on Edmund, and he instinctively

futile, for the men strode over to grab

“Mmph…”

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

a hotel

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

Where is he?

was in

had been in a daze after being rescued from the forest

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

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

subordinate