My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 902

Logan replied, "Fiction may be make-believe, but reality can be far more absurd than fiction."

Esther, however, remained somewhat apprehensive. Unlike previous missions, her combat strength

had been directly weakened this time. If something went wrong, she could potentially be a burden to Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Logan.

Nevertheless, Agatha's teachings on releasing body restraints equipped her to avoid hindering Logan if

danger arose.

The biting cold wind brushed against Esther's face, prompting her to gather her dress.

A silver van halted in front of them.

Logan maneuvered Esther's wheelchair toward the van, and once they settled in, two brand-new black

blindfolds were handed to them.

"For safety, please cooperate."

Logan took the package, opened the blindfold, and gently placed it on Esther.

Evan met Logan's reassuring gaze, and her uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

Wearing the blindfolds, Logan and Esther sat quietly as the silver van seamlessly merged into busy

traffic. For added security, they switched to three identical vans along the way.

-

The van's door swung open. "Remove the blindfolds and exit the car."

Logan and Esther promptly removed their blindfolds and disembarked.

They discreetly assessed the silver-white space before them, surrounded by massive glass walls

reflecting their silhouettes. The entire scene exuded a high-tech vibe.

With a "ding," the glass wall opposite Esther opened. Logan held Esther's hand, and they entered the

glass elevator.

Outside the elevator, rows of transparent instruments displayed hearts, livers, kidneys, eyes, and other

organs.

A chilling sensation crept over Esther as she gazed at everything before her.

Even Logan, who had witnessed far bloodier scenes than this, felt a chilling sensation he couldn't quite

describe.

"Welcome, Mr. Foster."

Logan assisted the weakened Esther to a conference table in the open area. As they sat down, an

electronic screen rose in front of them.

"Mr. Foster, there's a tablet on the desk before you.

"We've served tens of thousands of patients and helped countless individuals regain their health."

While Logan examined the tablet's data, Esther couldn't help but stare at the screen before her. The

person's facial features were blurred, but everything below the shoulders was clear. She felt a sense of

familiarity when she looked at the person across from her as if she had seen them somewhere before...

"Mr. Foster, if you want to save your fiancee, I hope you'll exchange some information."

Esther subconsciously intertwined her hands.

Logan asked, "What information?"

"The information we need is on your tablet."

Esther glanced worriedly at Logan, pretending she didn't want him to take any risks. "Logan, don't

agree to it."

"Logan, this is a two-way choice. Our organization won't force anyone."

Logan opened the email just received on the tablet and instinctively looked at Esther.

Confused, Esther looked at the tablet in Logan's hand, only to see a large picture on the tablet—a

sinister, blood-written letter "X" in front of blossoming flowers of sin.