Chatper 502


    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!”


    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 ended up witnessing his death.


    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, Natalie.


    “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.”


    This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    He was going to bring Natalie home.


    The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire


    That night in Northcliffe wasn’t quite as breathtaking as the one in Barnes had been, but it was still a


    beautiful view since the city was surrounded by mountains.


    Stepping out of the venue, Natalie deeply inhaled the fresh air around her and felt extremely rxed.


    Then a gust of cold wind blew over her, giving Natalie a chill. It waste at night. She wanted to hail a


    taxi to get back to her hotel as soon as possible.


    “It’s not safe to go back alone at thiste hour.” Natalie heard a man speaking behind her. At the same


    time, the man ced a coat around her.


    “Why are you still following me? Didn’t you go back to the hotel with your manager?” Natalie took off


    Derek’s coat and returned it to him. “Thank you. But I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to wear your


    coat.”


    Derek took his coat back and continued to follow her. He said in a natural tone of voice, “My manager is


    off entertaining some models at the bar. What’s your schedule like for the next two days?”


    All the clothes from the Iridescent Show would be ced on disy in the exhibition hall for two days


    after the runway show for people to gaze upon up close. Therefore Natalie couldn’t go back


    immediately. She had to help decorate the exhibit and socialize with the other designers.


    But she didn’t want to tell Derek that.


    “I enjoy my solitude. I think I’ll just stay in the hotel and rx for the next two days. I’ll go back now, I


    think. See you.” Natalie gave him a faint smile, friendly enough but also giving off an air of deliberate


    aloofness.


    She hailed a taxi and hopped in immediately.


    Derek was a little surprised. He hadn’t expect Natalie to be so cold to him right now. Just a bit earlier,


    Natalie had been enthusiastically taking his measurements..


    Which one was the real her? The more Derek thought about it, the more curious he became.


    Not long after Natalie got into her taxi and left, a ck car stopped in front of Derek.


    “What are you doing? Why did you leave the venue with a woman without even telling me?” Derek’s


    manager sounded a bit anxious. But Derek wasn’t that easily controlled.


    Derek didn’t say a word. He opened the door and got into the car.


    “Cut the crap and follow the taxi in front of us.”


    ******


    The taxi took Natalie to her hotel. The hotel booking had been arranged by the Iridescent Show’s


    organizers. The facilities were lovely and the environment modern and elegant.


    Natalie got her room key from the reception desk and as soon as she got into her room, she jumped


    into the bed and rolled under the covers.


    “Today has been incredible!” Holding the nket to herself, Natalie giggled for a while.