My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley reached out for the envelope, pulling out the documents one by one. Inside the envelope were Esther's personal details. He had seen a similar set of data from Dylan earlier, but the information he now held was more comprehensive.

"Mr. Warner, stop hurting my two nieces," Oliver remarked.

Bradley sat opposite Oliver and scrutinized him, attempting to find a flaw in the documents. However, the files were so flawless that he couldn't find anything amiss.

"Are they really not the same person?" he asked.

Oliver countered, "On what basis do you assume they're the same person? Just because they are twins and share the same name?

"Bradley, I'm here tonight to give you a final warning. Esther is not as weak and helpless as her sister. If you persist in bothering her, you'll bear the consequences."

Bradley suddenly laughed wildly. "Mr. Quill, do you think I would be afraid of her?"

"I don't need you to fear her. I only hope you won't disturb her," Oliver replied, prompting a flicker of confusion in Bradley.

Will you try to

an

and looked down at Oliver. His tone was rude. "Unless I'm dead, I won't

"Is that so?"

With the files in hand,

car, he instructed, "Dylan, investigate the Quills for

Quills? To what extent?" Dylan asked

I want the Quills

and replied, "Mr. Warner, it's probably very difficult for them to go bankrupt based on their current

all the personnel and asset distributions of the Quills within

wish,"

an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with a bloodthirsty glint. "Stop the

stepped on

into the boundless night alone. He walked to a historical street