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

face somehow

he’ll do something like this. You must be

man’s lips widened as

like your dad achieved success through

cheek so hard it was starting

saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He

“What do you mean?”

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

landed on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled

the men strode over

“Mmph…”

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

hotel in

to realize that the annoying man who

Where is he?

in a

a daze after being rescued from the forest and

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

one was watching a withering flower that was about to die

one day, Edmund’s subordinate rushed into