My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450 

“Uncle Jasper.” 

Felix approached Jasper with a cute and charming greeting. Esther had informed Felix on the plane that Jasper’s team had rescued him when he fell into the sea. 

“You’re quite the good boy, Felix,” Jasper praised, placing a hat on Felix’s head. He then cautioned Esther, “Considering your ongoing divorce proceedings with Bradley, your public exposure has increased. Felix is still young, so limiting his public appearances is best.” 

“Jasper, you are always so considerate,” Esther said. 

“Felix, come here and give me a hug.” 

Felix happily complied, stretching out his arms and embracing Jasper, who held him with care and affection. 

“Esther, are you heading directly to the Warner Group?” 

Esther’s porcelain-white face exuded a detached coolness, her gaze unwavering as she spoke. Jasper, I’ve conducted the DNA test three times, and each time, it has indicated that Pixie is not my daughter. To erase any uncertainty, I collected a sample from Pixie. I intend to proceed with another DNA test to eliminate all doubts.” 

” 

Jasper contemplated Esther’s predicament thoughtfully, offering a measured response. “Then entrust the DNA test and Felix to me. I have arranged for two highly skilled female bodyguards to accompany you. In the event of any aggressive or threatening behavior from Bradley during your meeting, they will be there to ensure your safety.” 

“Okay.” 

They left the parking lot and got into separate cars. The bodyguard handed Esther a set of garments exuding a formidable aura, saying softly, “Ms. Quill, these were specially prepared for you by Mr. Searle.” 

Esther looked puzzled. 

The bodyguard continued. “Mr. Searle said that you might be photographed by journalists or stalkers when you visit the Warner Group, and he hopes you look your best in the videos.” 

At that moment, Esther understood Jasper’s intentions. She changed into the elegant attire he had prepared for her in the car. The outfit was a chic black sling jumpsuit with thin straps on her straight shoulders. There were cleverly designed cut-outs around the waist, adding a touch of sophistication. After putting on a pair of stylish black high heels, her aura increased tenfold. 

After lightly applying makeup in the car, Esther stepped out. 

“Madam?” The receptionist at the Warner Group was taken aback upon seeing Esther as if she had seen a ghost. 

“I’m not Bradley’s wife. I am Esther.”