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 get to his current position, too!” the man reminded with a sinister

somehow turned paler at

something like this. You must be spouting nonsense

mocking smile on the man’s lips widened

through his own means? How naïve of you,”

cheek so hard it

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

“What do you mean?”

has been uncooperative on various occasions, especially now that he’s the Senate Speaker. Why don’t we

landed on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled in

the men strode over

“Mmph…”

We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did to you!”

a hotel in

Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who refused to leave her

Where is he?

in

daze after being rescued

life. For the past two days, she was either asleep or

though one was watching a withering flower that was about to

day, Edmund’s subordinate rushed into