Chapter 909


    While Esther was engrossed in reviewing the data, Logan didn''t disturb her. Instead, he examined her


    sketch. Esther had exceptional drawing skills. With just a few strokes, she captured the essence.


    Logan had nced out the window and seen the simrity between the sketch and Bradley. He


    wondered why Bradley would make such an obvious mistake if he were indeed the head of the criminal


    organization.


    After scrutinizing the drawing for a while, Logan took out his phone and contacted his colleague to


    investigate Bradley. It was better to err on the side of eliminating the threat than to let it pass.


    -


    It took Esther a full hour to go through all the files in thepressed package. She looked up from the


    N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    screen, slightly dazed, and asked solemnly, "Logan, after tracking this case for so long, is this all the


    information we have?"


    "Yes," Logan replied. "The enemy is more cunning than I anticipated. Once they sense danger, they cut


    off the tail to survive."


    Esther nodded. She could tell that despite continuous investigations, there had been minimal progress


    in these cases.


    "So, what do we do now?" Esther nervously asked.


    "The best oue would be to gather evidence against the criminal group and apprehend those


    involved," Logan stated.


    Without needing Logan to say it, Esther knew the worst-case scenario—failure in their mission could


    cost their lives. However, there was a possibility that the adversaries might spare Logan''s life due to his


    identity.


    "Logan, we''ll definitely seed in catching them," she reassured.


    -


    A failed confession for the first time left Bradley feeling inexplicably frustrated. Upon returning to his


    temporary residence across from the hospital building, he tossed his phone onto the table.


    Once again, Mandy dutifully sent several file packages to Bradley. These packages contained nothing


    but novels to win one''s wife back. She hoped that Bradley would study them earnestly.


    Bradley poured himself a drink but remembered the doctor''s advice, cing the ss aside. He


    casually opened his phone and started reading the novels Mandy had sent.


    As he was deeply engrossed in the novel, his phone screen disyed a missed call from Dn.


    Bradley called back and asked coldly, "What is it?"


    "Mr. Warner, Mr. Oliver Quill wants to see you," Dn replied.


    Upon hearing Oliver''s name, Bradley''s eyes instantly red with anger.


    "When?"


    "Now," Dn answered.


    "Come pick me up."


    -


    Dn drove Bradley to the club where he was meeting Oliver.


    The corridors were quiet with bamboo groves. Oliver stood by the French windows, gazing at the


    distantke calmly.


    Bradley entered in a coat, apanied by a gentle night breeze.


    Inexplicable rage surged within Bradley when he caught sight of Oliver. "Mr. Quill."


    "Take a seat." Oliver promptly pulled out an envelope and tossed it before Bradley.


    "Mr. Quill, what''s the meaning of this?" Bradley nced at the envelope on the table, his expression


    indifferent.


    "This is the information you wanted."