Bradley reached out for the envelope, pulling out the documents one by one. Inside the envelope were Esther's personal details. He had seen a similar set of data from Dylan earlier, but the information he now held was more comprehensive.
"Mr. Warner, stop hurting my two nieces," Oliver remarked.
Bradley sat opposite Oliver and scrutinized him, attempting to find a flaw in the documents. However, the files were so flawless that he couldn't find anything amiss.
"Are they really not the same person?" he asked.
Oliver countered, "On what basis do you assume they're the same person? Just because they are twins and share the same name?
"Bradley, I'm here tonight to give you a final warning. Esther is not as weak and helpless as her sister. If you persist in bothering her, you'll bear the consequences."
Bradley suddenly laughed wildly. "Mr. Quill, do you think I would be afraid of her?"
"I don't need you to fear her. I only hope you won't disturb her," Oliver replied, prompting a flicker of confusion in Bradley.
Bradley sneered. "Oh? Will you try to bankrupt me again?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Try me."
Bradley scornfully glanced at Oliver, then picked up the files and looked down at Oliver. His tone was rude. "Unless I'm dead, I won't let go. You'll never make me back off."
"Is that so?"
Bradley smirked. With the files in hand, he strode into the vast night.
Once inside the car, he instructed, "Dylan, investigate the Quills for me."
"Investigate the Quills? To what extent?" Dylan asked in astonishment.
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....