Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 701

“Grandpa!”

Slap!

To everyone’s surprise, the infuriated Jonathan slapped Tiffany in the face, confusing those in the morgue, including Tiffany.

“Old Mr. Jadeson, what are you-”

“I’m so sorry, everyone! She’s merely making things up and accusing others! I hope none of you are taking her seriously!”

They thought they had been hearing things because the honorable man dismissed everything Tiffany brought up as soon as he showed up.

Covering her swollen cheek, Tiffany repeated herself at the top of her lungs, “I’m not making things up! It’s the truth-”

Unable to suppress his wrath anymore, Jonathan yelled at the young woman in the face, “What the hell do you mean it’s the truth? You don’t think others can easily infiltrate the military base, do you? Are you indicating he’s capable of teleporting to your father’s cell?”

He regretted doing her a favor and stopping others from taking her out. The thought of taking her out crossed his mind again. In fact, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so if he had a gun with him.

This fool is trying to bring upon the family’s undoing again!

Along with the onlookers, Tiffany was stunned due to Jonathan’s seemingly harsh remarks.

“Actually, it doesn’t make any sense since we’re in a heavily-guarded military base!”

those were the truth! It doesn’t really sound convincing upon another

misleading everyone by

returned to their senses and thought something

one of Jonathan’s many tricks to assert influence and dominance over them in

couldn’t figure out the actual cause of Charles’ death.

On top of that, those affiliated with the

of control, Alfred would make something up and weaken the

knew he had to assure those affiliated with the army it wasn’t

the spokesperson of the army announced Charles had

as the spokesperson warned the rest to

with Charles’ corpse, he acquired the

death—it was a homicide. The murderer made use of something to reduce the oxygen level

by the actual cause of Charles’ death, Jonathan felt lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the outcome ever since

the end, he suppressed his wrath and asked, “What sort of thing are we

but it’s safe to assume that it’s some sort of chemical substance. I need to carry out a series of tests to figure

dead silent as he knew there was nothing else

he made his way back

middle of another drawing session at the bottom of

multiple personality disorder. He could

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