“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—”

of money from us. By the way, we helped him get to his current position,

somehow turned paler at

do something like this. You must

smile on the man’s lips widened as he

that a fool like your dad achieved success through

so hard it was starting

his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t look like

“What do you mean?”

that he’s the Senate Speaker. Why don’t we

on Edmund, and he instinctively

futile, for the men strode over to grab his

“Mmph…”

go. We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did to you!” They

hotel

two whole days for Sabrina to realize that the annoying man who

Where is he?

in

had been in a daze after being

a trance, it seemed like she had lost all interest in life. For the past two days, she was either asleep or sitting still in

though one was watching a withering flower

Edmund’s subordinate

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