Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1113

Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover chapter 1113

“Come on, Edmund. I think these chicks aren’t that bad. Although they’re not the best-looking ones out there, at least they are a natural beauty. Say, I think you’ve had quite a lot to drink today. Isn’t it time to put out that raging fire inside of you?” his buddies teased.

One could easily tell what sort of lifestyle they were living judging from his words.

Yet, Edmund threw his head back as he downed the remaining wine in big gulps and declined his offer.

“No way! They’ve ruined my mood for the night!”

Then, he staggered to his feet and left.

Half an hour later, Edmund’s car arrived at his villa, located at the heart of a lake. He staggered out of his car as he threw a handful of money to the driver and took wobbly steps towards the villa.

“You’re finally back, Mr. Edmund! Mr. Cooper’s been trying to contact you,” a butler said anxiously.

The butler frowned when he noticed Edmund in his drunken state.

Edmund stopped in his tracks and glared at him.

“What does he want from me? Didn’t I tell him not to contact me anymore?”

“No, it’s not like that, Mr. Edmund. Mr. Cooper is in the midst of an election. So, it’s best if you could be on your best behavior. It may affect Mr. Cooper’s election in Jadeborough if today’s matter got out.”

Edmund froze in his spot. He didn’t expect the butler to know what had happened in the nightclub.

Edmund glared at the butler furiously with his bloodshot eyes.

“M-Mr. Edmund…” The butler’s voice trailed off as he shivered in fear.

Bam!

Before the butler could say anything else, Edmund threw a kick at him.

That old butler flew across the garden like a sandbag and crashed against the pots and vases on the ground with a loud noise.

It was no surprise to see Edmund throwing punches and kicks at his servants.

However, he had never taken it that far.

The housemaids came rushing to the scene as soon as they heard the commotion.

Even Sabrina, who had gone to bed, got up and turned on the lights. She opened her windows and looked out of the window, revealing her long and messy hair.

“Mr. Edmund, you…”

“Edmund, is that you? You’re finally back! Are you in the middle of a fight? If you are done with it, come up here now. I need to talk to you.”

At that moment, the garden went dead silent.