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—”

us. By the way, we helped him

pale face somehow turned

something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and lying

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

you seriously think that a fool like your dad achieved success through his

hard

saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t look like he

“What do you mean?”

occasions, especially now that he’s

gaze landed on Edmund, and he instinctively

the men strode over

“Mmph…”

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

a hotel

took two whole days for Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who refused to leave her side

Where is he?

in

daze after

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

watching a withering flower that

subordinate rushed into her