Chapter 824


    Kevin constantly reminded himself that he bore responsibility for Esther''s death.


    After Kevin''s departure, Warner Manor returned to its tranquil state. Bradley extended his hand to


    gently caress the familiar face in the photograph, particrly those bright, captivating eyes resembling


    a starry gxy and gleaming with purity and radiance.


    "Esther, you''re not dead, are you?


    "You''ve always excelled at acting, at disguising.


    "This time, you''re just acting, right?"


    Each time Bradley posed this question to himself, he conjured the image of Esther''s casket at the


    funeral home, the memory of watching it being pushed into the cremator.


    "Esther!


    "No one ever taught me what love is. I always believed I didn''t love you, that I despised you. But it was


    only after losing you forever that I realized I love you.


    "Esther, who granted you the right to recklessly enter my world? Who gave you the courage to


    ruthlessly cast me out of yours?


    "Esther! You are my wife! How dare you leave without my consent?


    "No! Esther isn''t dead!


    "Yes! She can''t be dead!"


    Bradley took a deep breath and staggered to the bathroom in his bedroom. He freshened up, shaving


    off his stubble and tidying his white hair. He then selected a well-fitted, high-quality suit without any


    visible logos from the wardrobe.


    In an instant, the Bradley tormented by inner demons vanished, reced by a colder, more ruthless,


    and bloodthirsty version.


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    The driver brought Bradley to a residential area, and he entered a game room as per the address.


    Hoyt, engrossed in a game of Minesweeper on hisputer, heard the door open. He nced at


    Bradleyzily before resuming his game.


    Bradley approached Hoyt and took a seat. "I''ve heard you''re the best detective."


    Bradley''s hackers had discovered Hoyt. He differed from the usual investigators as he operated


    discreetly, blending in with regr people.


    "And then?"


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    Bradley ced a photo of Esther gently in front of Hoyt.


    "Help me locate her."


    Hoyt briefly inspected the photo, his tone nonchnt as he asked, "Mr. Warner, the whole world knows


    that your ex-wife fell off a cliff and that her ashes were scattered at the sea. Now you want me to find


    her? Are you suggesting I should venture into the underworld to rescue her for you?"


    "She didn''t die." Bradley''s long fingers lightly tapped the photo on the table. "She''s skilled at disguising


    and acting. She absolutely... absolutely... didn''t die. Esther definitely didn''t die."