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—”

By the way, we helped him get to his

already pale face somehow turned

dad isn’t like that. He’s a key official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and

the man’s lips widened as he gave Edmund

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

so hard it was starting to

his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t look like he knows his dad is on our

“What do you mean?”

now that he’s the Senate Speaker. Why don’t we keep his son

Edmund, and he

struggles were futile, for the men strode over

“Mmph…”

We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did to you!” They guffawed and dragged

a hotel

annoying man who refused

Where is he?

in

had been in a daze after being

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

a withering flower that was about

subordinate rushed into