My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390 

Bradley’s phone kept buzzing. After posting the previous two tweets, he had been receiving comments and DMs but dismissed them all without any exception. 

Even though he knew his phone was ringing, he did not seem to pay any attention. It wasn’t until the PR manager reluctantly informed Bradley about this that he took notice. 

“Your wife has posted something on Twitter, Mr. Warner,” the PR manager said. 

Bradley stopped looking at his work and coldly turned toward the PR manager. “What did you say? Who posted on Twitter?” he asked. 

The PR manager gulped and hesitantly replied, “Ms. Quill, sir.” 

Bradley then checked his phone and went straight to the Twitter post Esther had tagged him in, ignoring the insults and accusations from netizens. 

Within ten seconds, Bradley skimmed through Esther’s essay before arrogantly posting: [Let’s see who in the world would actually be brave enough to take up your case!] 

Having seen how Bradley treated Esther in videos, Tanya found it fortunate that the private hospital under the Warner Group would store surveillance footage for up to three years. In other words, all of the cruel things Bradley had done to Esther were recorded. 

Tanya had constantly been monitoring Bradley’s every move, allowing her to immediately reply to him when he posted such a bold claim. She was going to use the law as her weapon to protect her client’s legal rights. It was something that Bradley was unable to stop, not even with the Warner Group’s influence. 

As comments from the online community overwhelmingly sided with Esther, Bradley coldly said, “Release the video of her pulling my grandfather’s oxygen mask. I want everyone to know how ruthless she is. No matter the cost!” 

The PR manager hesitated for a moment before she asked, “Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Warner? Ms. Quill already said she had nothing to do with his death, though!” 

Bradley’s expression remained stormy, and a heartless chill flickered in his eyes. “You don’t think she’s the culprit?” 

The PR manager took a nearly imperceptible deep breath and whispered, “Mr. Warner, as a woman myself, I’d like to remind you something. If you do this, whatever chance you had of reconciling with Ms. Quill will go up in smoke!”