“Nonsense!” Benedict barked.

Alas, he couldn’t really do anything about it.

In the end, he made a call and booked a flight to Zarain with one thought in mind—to save his son.

There was no way Edmund could be the spy.

He didn’t even know when exactly his father hooked up with those people!

Thud!

Another punch landed on his belly. The man tied to the chair trembled and lowered his head in anguish.

“You’d better spill, or else you’ll die in this basement,” the attacker warned.

Curling into a ball, Edmund couldn’t utter a word for some time until the pain subsided.

He finally looked up, his face damp with cold sweat.

“I said, I don’t know who you are. I’m not a spy!” he answered weakly.

“You don’t know us?” The man chuckled icily before tossing a stack of photos in front of him.

Edmund’s gaze landed on the photos. His eyes turned saucers when he realized who the person in the pictures was.

“What? My dad—”

lot of money from us. By the way, we helped him

face somehow

way he’ll do something like this. You

the man’s lips widened as he

seriously think that a fool like your dad achieved success through his own

his cheek so hard it was starting to

and saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he

“What do you mean?”

occasions, especially now that he’s the Senate Speaker. Why don’t we keep his

gaze landed on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled

struggles were futile, for the men strode over to grab his

“Mmph…”

out how he’ll

a hotel

days for Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who refused to leave her side had disappeared

Where is he?

in a

in a daze after being rescued from the forest

lost all interest in life. For the past two days, she was either asleep or sitting still

was watching a withering flower that was about to die

one day, Edmund’s subordinate rushed into

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