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

somehow turned paler at his

impossible. My dad isn’t like that. He’s a key official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this.

smile on the man’s lips widened

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

hard it was starting to

came in and saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund

“What do you mean?”

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

gaze landed on Edmund, and

the men strode

“Mmph…”

dad and us, right? Let’s go. We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did to you!” They guffawed and dragged

hotel

took two whole days for Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who

Where is he?

was in

in a daze after being rescued from the

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

as though one was watching a

day, Edmund’s subordinate rushed