The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

“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—”

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

face somehow

official! There’s no way he’ll do something like this. You must be spouting nonsense and lying to

widened as he gave

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

his cheek so hard it was starting to

just beaten Edmund up, he whispered, “He doesn’t look like he knows his dad is on our

“What do you mean?”

uncooperative on various occasions, especially now that he’s

landed on Edmund, and he instinctively recoiled in

for the men

“Mmph…”

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

a hotel

took two whole days for Sabrina to realize that the annoying

Where is he?

in a

after

seemed like she had lost all interest in life. For

watching a withering flower that was about to

subordinate rushed into her