My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 822

The Warner Group, once a massive entity, now teetered like autumn leaves in the wind.

The original shareholders of the Warner Group had rushed to sell their shares to Oliver, realizing they had provoked

someone beyond their reach.

In less than a week, the Warner Group was on the brink of bankruptcy.

The executives and employees of the Warner Group were filled with anxiety and uncertainty. Meanwhile, Bradley

remained immersed in grief over the loss of Esther, isolating himself in Warner Manor. He stared at Esther’s photos

as though he were a devout believer.

During his youth, a time when he didn’t understand what love meant, he had met the loveliest girl in the world. He

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hadn’t cherished her then and had even… Now that he knew he had fallen in love with her, she was no longer in

this world. He could search the globe but would no longer find her.

“Bradley, Mr. Quill is here,” a maid announced the arrival of Oliver. Bradley carried a strong scent of alcohol and

blood into the dim living room.

Kevin, Bradley’s doctor, accompanied Oliver.

“Bradley, this is a share transfer agreement. Sign it!” Oliver demanded.

Bradley’s crimson eyes were fixed on the contract before him, and he sneered. “Mr. Quill, you’ve taken my son, and

now you want to take my company?”

“Bradley, you have two options. Sign the document and transfer the shares to Felix, and I’ll hold them in trust until

he’s 18.”

Oliver stood up and gazed at a massive photograph on the wall. Esther wore a pristine wedding gown, her starry

eyes radiant. At the time, she had been filled with beautiful dreams of marrying the man she loved and living a

wonderful life together. Little did she know that instead of a wonderful life, darkness and despair would await her.

“Of course, you can choose not to sign. In that case, I’ll make the Warner Group disappear from this world directly.”

Anger flickered in Bradley’s eyes. “Quill, what gives you the right—”

Oliver interrupted with a mocking tone. “Right? I’m Esther’s uncle. Does that count as having the right?

“When you imprisoned Esther, did you think she had no one to support her, or did you believe you could rule the

world?”

Oliver tossed the contract into Bradley’s hands, his contempt reaching its peak.

“Bradley, I’m still giving you a final chance, not because I cannot bankrupt the Warner Group, but because the

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company is the legacy of your grandfather, who treated Esther well in his lifetime. I can’t bear to let him down in

the afterlife by ruthlessly destroying it.”

Bradley clutched the contract and continued to haggle with Oliver. “I’ll sign it if you return Felix to me!”

He had already lost Esther, and he couldn’t bear to lose Felix as well.

Oliver taunted him, “Bradley, on what grounds do you think Felix would go with you?”

With a menacing step, Bradley approached Oliver. “Quill! Felix is my son! You have no right to take Felix away from

me!”

Oliver smirked. “On what basis do you believe that Felix would still be willing to live with you after learning you’re

the one who killed Esther?”

Bradley postured aggressively. “He’s my son!”

“Allow me to remind you—in Felix’s eyes, you’re the one who killed his mother.”