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 current

somehow turned paler at

There’s no way he’ll do something like this.

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

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

so hard it was starting to

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

“What do you mean?”

on various occasions, especially now that he’s the Senate Speaker. Why don’t we keep

sinister gaze landed on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled

men

“Mmph…”

us, right? Let’s go. We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did to you!” They guffawed and dragged him

hotel in

Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who refused to leave her

Where is he?

was in a

been in a daze after

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

a withering flower that was

day, Edmund’s subordinate