Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“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—”

the way, we helped him get to his current position, too!” the man reminded with

face somehow turned

like that. He’s a key official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and lying to me!” he declared, on the

smile on the man’s lips widened as he gave Edmund a pitiful

you seriously think that a fool like your dad achieved success through his own means? How naïve of you,”

so hard it was starting

and saw his reaction. Inching nearer to his accomplice, who had just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t look like he knows

“What do you mean?”

various occasions, especially now that he’s the

on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled in

struggles were futile, for the men strode over

“Mmph…”

don’t know about your dad and us, right? Let’s go. We shall find out how he’ll react after finding out what we did to you!” They guffawed and dragged him out

a hotel in

to realize that the annoying

Where is he?

in a

fact, she had been in a daze after

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

was as though one was watching a withering flower that was about

day, Edmund’s subordinate rushed