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—”

way, we helped him get to his current position, too!” the man reminded with a

pale face somehow

There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and lying to me!” he declared, on the verge

widened as he gave Edmund

through his own means? How naïve of you,” he hissed

bit his cheek so hard

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

“What do you mean?”

now that he’s

Edmund, and he

men strode over

“Mmph…”

and us, right? Let’s go. We shall find out how he’ll react

hotel

that the annoying man who refused to

Where is he?

in a

fact, she had been in a daze after being rescued from the forest and

like she had lost all interest in life. For the past two days, she was either asleep or sitting

one was watching a withering flower that

Edmund’s subordinate