Chapter 858
Chapter 858 No Clues
Sitting in the meeting room, Brandon kept silent as his eyes darkened. The shareholders present
wondered why his face had suddenly seemed to drop. They exchanged nces with one other and
held their collective breath.
“The meeting is adjourned.” Brandon squeezed his eyes shut. He had heard a man’s voice on the
phone with J just now.
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And when Brandon tried to call J again immediately after, he found that he couldn’t get through to
her.
He should never have let her go to the show. Damn it. Brandon silently cursed and shut off his phone.
Sean sensed that something was wrong with Brandon. He hadn’t intended to walk into the meeting
uninvited, but he had a very important matter to report, and it couldn’t be dyed. Sean could only
push the door open and enter, despite the anguished look in Brandon’s eyes. “What’s going on?”
Brandon cast a harsh nce at Sean. Swearing to himself, Sean turned on a wry smile and said, “Sir,
Jorge says he wants to see you.”
Rubbing his eyebrows, Brandon asked, “Is Jorge finally ready to crack? Call Frank and we’ll go see him
together.” As it so happened, Frank hadn’t left yet. Maybe he could find something out about this
mysterious pharmacist behind Jorge.
In the interrogation room of the Barnes Police Department…
Jorge’s cheeks were sunken and he looked haggard. “I said I wouldn’t talk to anyone but Brandon
Larson.” Jorge lowered his head, looked away and said, “I won’t say anything else as long as anyone
else is present.”
Through the interrogation room’s one-way mirror, Frank and Brandon could clearly see the arrogant
look stered on Jorge’s face.
“We have been kind enough toe, and he dares to make demands?” Frank sneered, “I’ve never
seen such an arrogant criminal.”
After considering the situation for a few seconds, Brandon said, “I’ll speak to him.”
Frank frowned and then said to him, “Be careful. Jorge might havee into contact with that
pharmacist. He might have other poisons concealed on him. I’ll be outside. If at point you feel like
you’re in danger, leave the room immediately.”
“I know what I’m doing.” Brandon marched into the interrogation room alone. He wanted to see Jorge
and hear what he had to say.
“I knew you’de.” Jorgeughed.
Taking a seat across from Jorge, Brandon asked slowly, “Who gave you the poison?”
“You want to know? Then bring that b*tch, Elizabeth, here!” Jorge sneered, “Bring Elizabeth here and
I’ll tell you right away.”
Brandon gave him a cold smile in return.
He stood up, stuck out his arm, and grabbed Jorge roughly by the neck.
Being handcuffed, Jorge couldn’t fight back and so was f0rced to raise his head. When he met
Brandon’s eyes, he said in a trembling voice, “You… What do you want to do?”
“We’re in a police department. I can’t really do anything to you here. But once you’re sentenced and put
behind bars, guess what I can do to you by then…” Brandon was sick of living under the threat of
literally anyone. Jorge was digging his own grave.
Jorge’s eyes widened. How foolish of him to think that he actually had a chance at escaping!
With cold eyes, Brandon stood up and said, “Since you don’t want to say anything, you can shut up
forever.”
He turned his gaze away from Jorge and was about to leave.
Jorgeughed and raised his head, his eyes full of despair.
Suddenly, he began to tremble violently all over and fell out of his chair and to the ground.
Shocked, Brandon ran to the door and shouted for Frank, “Come in and check him!”
Frank was stunned and rushed into the interrogation room without saying a word. Unfortunately, it was
toote. Jorge had taken the poison himself and died.
“What did you say to him? I guess he killed himself because he knew that he would die more miserably
if he fell into your hands.” Shaking his head, Frank walked out and said, “We’ll have no more clues from
Jorge now.” When they walked out of the police department, Brandon sighed and frowned. His heart
felt heavy in his chest.
Frank was also upset. He had been looking forward to seeing what he would get out of Jorge, but he
had instead ended up witnessing his death.
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When they returned to thepany, Brandon asked Sean to investigate who Jorge had been in
contact with before his death. A criminal like Jorge must have been under the protection of someone
powerful since the police couldn’t find him.
Sean understood how serious the matter was, so he got down to work immediately.
“Don’t mention the fact that I was in the room with Jorge when he died.”
“Got it, sir.” Sean understood and left at once.
Seeing the look of anguish on Brandon’s face, Frank cleared his throat.
“The pharmacist has made a lot of moves recently. He must have left some evidence somewhere.
Don’t give up hope. I believe we will find him soon.”
Brandon had always ced priority on his work above all else. He was d that Brandon was taking
this matter so seriously this time.
“You don’t have tofort me. I won’t let myself spend every day living in fear.” Right now, Brandon
just wanted to cherish everything good in his life, especially his wife, J.
“Thank you for your hard work these days, Frank. Go back. Have a shower and a good rest.” Brandon
patted Frank on the shoulder.
Then he called his secretary and said, “Rearrange my schedule and move all of tomorrow’s most
important matters to today. I have to be free tomorrow.”
The secretary was surprised. “Mr. Larson, that would be a great deal of work for you to do in one day.”
“It’s okay. I’ll work overtime.”
“What?” Frank frowned. “Brandon, you can’t take all of this on yourself.”
Sitting back in his chair, Brandon replied in a surprisingly rxed manner, “Don’t worry. I just have to go
to Northcliffe tomorrow.”
He was going to bring J home.