Bradley's eyes flashed with a chilling crimson color. He wiped a hint of blood from his mouth with his hand and said coldly, "Mr. Quill, Esther is my wife, and you have no right..."
Oliver smirked, scanning Bradley with disdain. "Bradley, you should see how real men treat their wives! Can you even call yourself Esther's husband after causing her so much pain?"
With that, Oliver got into his car.
The moment Oliver stepped into the vehicle, the driver started the engine quietly. The car zoomed past Bradley, leaving a trail of dust.
Bradley stood motionless, clenching his fist and glaring at the departing car with a murderous aura.
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Gabriel shook his head in disappointment inside the car. "I haven't seen him in years. How did he become so arrogant, selfish, and heartless?"
Oliver nodded. "Setting that aside, he's undeniably talented in business. Mr. Sinclair, I'm curious if Mr. Thomas orchestrated Esther and Bradley's marriage."
A nostalgic look crossed Oliver's face. "It's a long story."
Oliver smiled warmly. "If you have time, why don't you have a talk with Esther? She has never experienced family love and has been through a lot. I hope she can find some happiness in her remaining years."
"Of course, I'll look out for her."
Gabriel couldn't help but wonder how Bradley had strayed from his original intentions when he chose to marry Esther in the first place.
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....