My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 892

The faces of the parents instantly darkened, as if they wanted to murder someone at Logan's words.

Initially, their aim had been to climb the social ladder by pursuing Logan and had sent out feelers through a matchmaker. Naturally, they had glorified their own girls. When the Fosters declined, the matter was dropped.

If Logan were to reveal the true reason for refusal now, how would their daughters get married in the future?

"Mr. Foster, we're sorry."

"Mr. Foster, we won't dare anymore!"

Logan raised an eyebrow coldly. "Firstly, I am Logan Foster, not just some Mr. Foster.

"Secondly, the person you should apologize to isn't me.

"Thirdly, consider this a warning.

"If any of you dares to upset my fiancee again, I'll share your profiles with your prospective partners each time you go for matchmaking."

Hearing Logan's words, Esther couldn't help but give him a mental thumbs-up. Logan was impressive!

"Ms. Quill, I'm sorry."

"Ms. Quill, you and Logan are a perfect match. We wish you both happiness."

"Ms. Quill, you're magnanimous. Don't bother about us."

The emcee continued the engagement proceedings while a slideshow of Esther and Logan's photos from childhood to the present played on the large screen behind them.

Bradley stared at Esther's photos, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.

Was she really not her?

No! She was her—she must be her.

Bradley glanced at the wallpaper on his phone—a picture of Esther. Then he looked at the Esther on stage. Could they be the same person?

Bradley sat nonchalantly next to Jasper and asked, "Jasper, do you think she's the Esther you love?"