Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1175 Edmund Texted Her

The figure’s eyes widened in shock when Sebastian mentioned the head of The Coffee Shop, for even with their considerable influence and unrelenting efforts, SteelFort still could not identify who that person was. After all this while, has the head of the organization finally decided to show themself?

“What should we do then, Mr. Hayes? Are they up to something for appearing at this juncture and tailing Ms. Sabrina? Do you think…”

The figure suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence because they both already knew where the conversation was heading.

Since Sabrina was the organization’s target, there could only be one possibility—they had become suspicious of someone.

The winter night in Jadeborough was bone-chillingly cold, yet the harsh cold paled in comparison to the fear-inducing aura exuding from Sebastian.

“It’s about time we finally put an end to this!”

“What do you mean, Mr. Hayes?”

“Arrange more men to protect Sabrina. Remember, they’re never to leave her side,” ordered Sebastian sternly before ending the conversation for the night.

on the organization? What if something goes wrong?

the figure was worried, he eventually decided that it was best for

a call from Sophie, so Sebastian dropped her and the children at Golden Heights on his way to

and your sister for me, okay? If you need anything

offended that Sebastian asked the boy to look after her and Vivian instead of

trying to imply? That

“Hey, I’m more than—”

so don’t you worry.” Before Sasha could argue with the man, Matteo had already given his father

Sasha was upset, all she could do was glare at the man from afar since the First Lady had

she greeted after bringing her children next

of the car with two small boxes in her hands. “Good morning! Wait, you brought your daughter instead. I thought…” Her sentence was cut short when she

stay home, so his father suggested I

great time. But I had the boys in mind when I prepared the gifts, so I was just a little surprised to see your

exquisite stones, for she could tell that they were valuable antiques and not the kind that

Mrs. Zander. We can’t accept

my ancestors so that my children could inherit them. As you know, I can’t bear any myself, so I consider myself lucky that I’m able to find