Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Edmund couldn’t believe his ears since Benedict actually acknowledged he was the one at fault for the first time.

He went dead silent when he recalled the sort of capabilities Benedict possessed. Otherwise, his father couldn’t have sorted out the issue on his behalf so soon.

It turns out I’ve underestimated him again! He’s way more influential than I think he is! If a member of the Senate is capable of this, what about the ones hiding behind the scene? Is his superior far more capable than him?

He tried his best to remain calm in spite of feeling overwhelmed. In the end, he agreed to return with his so-called father under one condition.

“She’s quite a pain in the ass since she’s not really in her right mind for most of the time. I’m afraid none of you can take her away against her will. I’ll get in touch with her brother and get him to pick her up.”

“Well, I guess it’s fine.”

Benedict agreed and departed from the hotel shortly after he wrapped up the session with his son.

Meanwhile, Edmund returned to the side of Sabrina shortly after the departure of his father. He asked, “Ms. Sabrina, what are you doing?”

Sabrina was occupied with something. She remarked while staring at the map in front of her, “Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m trying to plan your escape route?”

She was there throughout his conversation with his so-called father. To his surprise, she seemed to have considered the possibility of Benedict trying something else instead of sending him to Yorksland as promised.

Standing next to the woman, he felt great for the first time in a while and murmured in an intimate manner, “Ms. Sabrina…”

who wasn’t aware of the things he had in mind, repeated her question, “What do you

we disguise ourselves and sneak to the airport using a secret route? As long as we look different, I’m sure

“Are you serious?”

and looked at him in the eyes. It was evident the

it was because she had faith in those she deemed reliable, including

sure he could convince her, he showed her the route using the map he had installed.

to the mall,

 I want you to pick her up at

the hell is going

by the sudden turn of events until he came across the assault in the shopping mall after

the woman marched out of the fitting room with Gothic clothes. Subsequently, he complimented her with a sincere smile, “Ms. Sabrina, you look

sort of affection he

being said, he blamed his upbringing because he was brought up with values different from the woman he had

preferences. Unwilling to be considered a freak, he tried to distance himself

him, he had long fallen for the

the middle of touching up

being herself. Thus, she stammered in return, “W-What

situation, she