My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 903

The familiar sight made Esther's heart race uncontrollably.

Logan looked at the picture, furrowing his brow. "You want information about X?"

"Mr. Foster, copy only the data about X from your database."

The voice sounded heavily distorted as if using a voice changer.

Logan took a deep breath and replied, "I need some time to consider."

"I hope you won't take too long."

"Okay," Logan replied.

Ever since Esther saw the image of that sinister flower, anger coursed through her veins like a raging fire. She fought to restrain herself, allowing Logan to converse. Inside, however, her heart burned with hatred.

"If you two wish to visit our facility—"

Logan interrupted, "Where do your goods come from?"

"That's proprietary information, and we can't disclose it."

Logan pressed further, "I need verification."

"Mr. Foster, our organization operates on integrity and a mission to save lives. Please don't doubt our sincerity."

Esther's temples pulsed rapidly, her palms wet with cold sweat.

Logan sensed her tension, tightly held her hand, and asked, "Feeling unwell?"

"A little," Esther replied hoarsely.

"Let's head back now."

"Mm."