My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

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."
Seeing Esther's pale face, Logan ceased the conversation and stood up to walk over to her. He led her away from the glass-
encased environment.

As Esther stood inside the glass elevator, it ascended slowly until it gently stopped.
"Please put on your blindfolds."
Logan and Esther wore their blindfolds again and were taken back to the hospital in the van.
Logan and Esther got out of the van and removed their blindfolds. Logan carefully noted the silver van's license plate as it
merged into traffic.
"Logan," Esther called out.
Logan shook his head gently. "Let's discuss this back in the hospital room."
"Okay." Esther refrained from speaking, worried about potential listening devices on them.
Upon returning to the room, Logan immediately activated the electronic interference device.
"Esther, any thoughts?"
"I feel like I've seen the person on the screen before. They look very familiar."
"Really?"
Esther nodded. She quickly grabbed a sketchpad and began drawing. The person's silhouette was captured within a few strokes,
but she couldn't capture the face despite her attempts.
"Logan, do you think there's a chance we've met him somewhere before?"
Logan glanced at the sketch and shook his head gently. "This person is clad in top-tier luxury wear, some even custom-made
with no visible logos."
Suddenly, Esther thought of something.
"I have a friend in the fashion industry. I'll email her later to find out which designer made these clothes. With this level of
designer, it's likely a custom order. By comparing the data, we might find out who he is."