Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Since Sebastian had made it explicit that he wanted Sasha out of Avenport, the bodyguard had no choice but to do as he was asked to.

After sorting things out with the bodyguard, Sebastian went upstairs again and got ready for work.

Just as he was about to leave his room, his phone rang again. He groaned and picked it up. “What is it?” he asked impatiently.

“Mr. Hayes, you don’t care about your son anymore, do you? I’ll kill your son if you dare hang up again!”

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the familiar voice.

“Hey, what do you want? Money? If you’re thinking about ripping me off, dream on. I have no time for games!” Sebastian’s patience was wearing thin. The day sure did not start well with these annoying calls bothering him.

“It seems like you don’t believe that I have your son, Mr. Hayes. Fine then, I’ll send you a picture of him, and you can take a look for yourself. Make sure you come prepared with one billion!”

The kidnapper hung up without waiting for a reply.

Sebastian stared at his phone in disbelief before the screen lighted up again. He just received a photo from the man.

Instantly, he tapped on it and zoomed in on the child. It was indeed a photo of a child being held hostage. Sebastian could not tell where the place was, but the kid in an orange jacket was bound up with thick ruffian ropes on a small chair. His complexion was fair, and his cheeks were chubby. Although his eyes were covered with a rugged black cloth, his mouth and his nose were still visible.

Sebastian squinted his eyes at the boy, perplexed.

Well, this sure looks like Ian.

But Ian is in my room.

headed out of the room with his eyes on his phone, still taken aback by how much the boy in the photo looked so similar to his son. He was so surprised he did not even notice Ian was already out of bed and was standing by the

sigh of relief when he saw

towards Ian. “I didn’t know you’re awake. Why didn’t you change out of your

wanting to bring him back to his room for a

white as a sheet. “Were you on the phone with someone, Daddy? I heard someone

Ian

his hand dismissively, saying, “It’s nothing. You heard it wrong. It’s a

what I heard, Daddy. Someone said your son has been kidnapped, right?” Ian looked at Sebastian in the eyes with his hands clenched up tightly as he reiterated

it must be a prank call.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, not understanding

there quietly, and his body started

things. Ian seemed disconcerted, and his

okay, Ian? Did you catch a

to bring Ian back to the room. “Let’s go get changed, okay? You’re gonna catch a cold if you’re dressed

and dashed down the staircase towards the door. Sebastian was totally taken aback seeing the boy running

Come back! What’s

darted after him, his furious voice reverberating along the staircase.

when is he this

chased after Ian and finally caught him at the collar

do you think you’re doing, Ian Hayes? Do you want to stand

go! I want to go and find

he could to free himself from Sebastian’s grip. Even his voice was wobbling and breaking

everything was okay. After he got home