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—”

lot of money from us. By the way, we helped him get to his current position,

pale face somehow turned

that. He’s a key official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and lying to

man’s lips widened

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

cheek so hard it was

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

“What do you mean?”

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

Edmund, and he

for the men strode over to grab his

“Mmph…”

out how he’ll

a hotel

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

Where is he?

was in

she had been in a daze after being rescued from

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

as though one was watching a withering flower

subordinate rushed into