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—”

dad has taken a lot of money from us. By the way, we helped

pale face somehow turned paler

a key official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense

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

that a fool like your dad achieved success through his own means? How naïve of you,” he

cheek so hard it was starting

another man came in and saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just

“What do you mean?”

various occasions, especially now that he’s the Senate Speaker.

Edmund, and he instinctively

struggles were futile, for the men strode over

“Mmph…”

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

hotel

two whole days for Sabrina to realize that the annoying man

Where is he?

was in

a daze after

in a trance, it seemed like she had lost all interest in life. For the past two days, she was either asleep or

was watching a withering flower that was about

one day, Edmund’s subordinate rushed into