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—”

the way, we helped him get

face somehow

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

on the man’s lips widened as he gave Edmund

do you seriously think that a fool like your dad achieved success through his own means? How naïve

bit his cheek so hard it was starting

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

“What do you mean?”

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

gaze landed on Edmund,

the men strode over

“Mmph…”

know about your dad and us, right? Let’s go. We shall find out how he’ll react after

hotel

for Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who

Where is he?

in

daze after being rescued from the

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

though one was watching a

subordinate