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…”

husband and wife, but Sabrina, who wasn’t aware of the things he had in mind, repeated her question, “What do

to the airport using a secret route? As long as we look different, I’m sure his

“Are you serious?”

at him in the eyes. It was evident the man had successfully

she deemed reliable, including the

showed her the route using the map he had installed. Ten minutes later,

to the mall, Edmund drafted a text

to pick her up at

the hell

until he came across the assault in

the fitting room with Gothic

his fault for not acknowledging the sort of affection he had for when he had the chance to

because he was brought

her a freak because of her preferences. Unwilling to

fallen for the woman he considered a

of touching up her look, flushed when

in return, “W-What are you talking about? Hurry up and

to get herself out of the awkward situation, she brought up something else to divert his