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—”

know? Ha! Your dad has taken a lot of money from us. By the way, we helped him get to

somehow turned paler at his

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

smile on the man’s lips widened as he gave Edmund a pitiful

through

hard it was

to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t look

“What do you mean?”

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

landed on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled

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!” They guffawed and dragged him out

a hotel in

the annoying man who refused to leave

Where is he?

was in

been in a daze after being rescued from the forest and

she had lost all interest in life. For the past two days, she

one was watching a

Edmund’s subordinate rushed