“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—”

taken a lot of money from us. By the way, we helped him get to his current position, too!”

already pale face somehow turned paler at

way he’ll do something like this.

lips widened as he

achieved success through

hard it

accomplice, who had just beaten

“What do you mean?”

he’s the Senate Speaker. Why don’t we keep his son

sinister gaze landed on Edmund, and

futile, for the men

“Mmph…”

how he’ll react after finding out what we did to

a hotel

annoying man who refused to

Where is he?

in

had been in a daze after being rescued from the forest and

wasn’t in a trance, it seemed like she had lost all interest in life. For the past two days, she was either asleep or sitting

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

one day, Edmund’s subordinate

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