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!”

saw Bradley’s stern expression and realized he was in

had hoped to break a big

don’t understand what you’re talking about.” The paparazzo pretended to be ignorant and gestured to his colleagues behind him with a hand

tone turned sinister and cold. “Give me the

paparazzo hesitated before reluctantly handing over the camera and asking politely, “Mr. Warner, I

casually browsed the photos. Then, he loosened his grip, and the expensive camera fell to

at his beloved camera being tossed and

him. “That’s the price of

his camera and

just a camera… I can afford to pay for

checkbook and wrote a check right in front of the paparazzo. He handed it to

–

drove Mandy back to Warner

had become like a headless dragon. The service staff lacked Clark’s management and organizational skills, so the once