Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1285

Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover Chapter 1285

Splash!

Sebastian was jolted awake when a bucket of cold water was poured down on him. He opened his eyes only to find himself in an unfamiliar environment and saw an old man grinning hideously at him.

“Oh, Mr. Jadeson, I see that you’re finally up.”

Seeing that Sebastian had opened his eyes, Eddie returned to his seat and lit a cigarette. Then, he gazed at his captive through the billowing clouds of cigarette smoke.

Sebastian struggled to move but to no avail. He was handcuffed to the bed.

“Eddie, what are you trying to do? Did you instruct your man to hit my car just so you could abduct me?”

“Precisely that,” Eddie admitted openly.

“It turns out that your sickness hasn’t affected the function of your brain. Hmm… Not bad. This goes to show that I made the right decision.” An ugly smug settled upon his face.

Sebastian attempted to break free again. This time, he felt an agonizing pain at a few spots on his body, especially his head.

excruciating that he was drenched in a cold

move as your injuries are quite bad. Anyway, you can rest assured that I haven’t done anything to you. These wounds were from the

while, Sebastian stopped struggling

this place? What game do you plan to

stood up

you, but I should answer your first question. You wanted to know where you are, right? Sure, let me tell you. This is actually

residence?” Sebastian was in

has been bombed by you to ashes when Isaac died. How could this

right. Your logic is brilliant!” Eddied was

walked toward the coffee table and turned on the

the residential area where the Sheerwood residence is located. Sebastian, you’re indeed a smart alec. However, you always make the same mistake. You tend to overthink things and complicate each matter. Many a time, it’s best to think

that Eddie had the upper hand in this

including Sebastian, had ever expected this move ever since the Sheerwood residence

know that the bombing of Isaac was merely a disguise. The more gory his death was, the least suspicion

clouded Sebastian’s pale face. His whole being was emanating frustration at the thought of being fooled by

and consoled him, “You don’t need to feel so devastated. Let me tell you something, neither Judith nor your father was my match. The fact that you could withstand several blows from me is already by itself an

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