My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Mandy cursed inwardly, ‘What a jerk!’

Was she going to be stranded on the island? It was empty, and their supplies were dwindling. Would she starve if she stayed?

“Huh, didn’t you arrange for someone to pick me up?” Mandy asked, surprised.

Bradley looked at her coldly and replied, “Find a hotel yourself.”

“Bradley, I don’t have any money,” Mandy said frankly. “Could you lend me some?”

She and Liora only had a few boxes of luxury items left to sell secondhand, but she refused to part with them. Some things were for keeping, while others were for spending.

Bradley gave Mandy a long, disdainful look. “Keep up.”

Mandy followed Bradley, carrying her bag, and they both got into the car. Coincidentally, a paparazzo snapped a few photos of them.

Bradley noticed the paparazzo and got out of the car, striding over to the man.

“Give me that!”

expression and realized

hoped to break a

The paparazzo pretended to be ignorant and gestured to his colleagues behind him with a

sinister and cold. “Give me

before reluctantly handing over the camera and asking politely, “Mr. Warner, I just took some photos.

he loosened his grip, and the

his beloved camera being tossed and

at him. “That’s the

camera and claimed, “You’re intentionally damaging someone else’s

a camera… I

paparazzo. He handed it to him, making the paparazzo clench his fists in anger as he watched

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drove Mandy back to

headless dragon. The service staff lacked Clark’s management and organizational skills, so the once magnificent residence had turned into