Female Novel
Chapter 909
While Esther was engrossed in reviewing the data, Logan didn't disturb her. Instead, he examined hersketch. Esther had exceptional drawing skills. With just a few strokes, she captured the essence.
Logan had glanced out the window and seen the similarity between the sketch and Bradley. Hewondered why Bradley would make such an obvious mistake if he were indeed the head of the criminalorganization.
After scrutinizing the drawing for a while, Logan took out his phone and contacted his colleague toinvestigate Bradley. It was better to err on the side of eliminating the threat than to let it pass. -
It took Esther a full hour to go through all the files in the compressed package. She looked up from thescreen, slightly dazed, and asked solemnly, "Logan, after tracking this case for so long, is this all theinformation we have?"
"Yes," Logan replied. "The enemy is more cunning than I anticipated. Once they sense danger, they cutoff the tail to survive."
Esther nodded. She could tell that despite continuous investigations, there had been minimal progressin these cases.
"So, what do we do now?" Esther nervously asked.
"The best outcome would be to gather evidence against the criminal group and apprehend thoseinvolved," Logan stated.
Without needing Logan to say it, Esther knew the worst-case scenario—failure in their mission couldcost their lives. However, there was a possibility that the adversaries might spare Logan's life due to hisidentity.
"Logan, we'll definitely succeed in catching them," she reassured.
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A failed confession for the first time left Bradley feeling inexplicably frustrated. Upon returning to histemporary residence across from the hospital building, he tossed his phone onto the table.
Once again, Mandy dutifully sent several file packages to Bradley. These packages contained nothingbut novels to win one's wife back. She hoped that Bradley would study them earnestly.
Bradley poured himself a drink but remembered the doctor's advice, placing the glass aside. Hecasually opened his phone and started reading the novels Mandy had sent.
As he was deeply engrossed in the novel, his phone screen displayed a missed call from Dylan.novelbin
Bradley called back and asked coldly, "What is it?"
"Mr. Warner, Mr. Oliver Quill wants to see you," Dylan replied.
Upon hearing Oliver's name, Bradley's eyes instantly flared with anger.
"When?"
"Now," Dylan answered.
"Come pick me up."
Dylan drove Bradley to the club where he was meeting Oliver.
The corridors were quiet with bamboo groves. Oliver stood by the French windows, gazing at thedistant lake calmly.
Bradley entered in a coat, accompanied by a gentle night breeze.
Inexplicable rage surged within Bradley when he caught sight of Oliver. "Mr. Quill."
"Take a seat." Oliver promptly pulled out an envelope and tossed it before Bradley.
"Mr. Quill, what's the meaning of this?" Bradley glanced at the envelope on the table, his expressionindifferent.
"This is the information you wanted."