Chapter 845 I Found It


    Not only was the airport eerily quiet, but Brandon was standing very close to J, making it easy


    for her to hear what Frank had just said over the phone.


    At Frank''s words, J froze. She stood up and asked, in a strangled voice, "Did Frank just say


    that Draco''s condition has worsened?"


    Brandon had never been in this situation before. Having had so many dealings with businessmen


    over the years, he was able spout falsehoods easily. When facing J, however, he found himself


    unable to say anything other than the truth. All he could do now was nod.


    J took several deep breaths to try to calm herself down. "It''s all my fault," she whimpered.


    Tears filled her eyes and she knelt down on the ground weakly. Her shoulders trembled as the


    intensity of her crying increased.


    "I must be bad luck; wherever I go, I put others in danger. Now I''ve even hurt my most respected


    teacher."


    Disregarding the fact that J''s hand had been touching the dirty floor, Brandon held her hand


    and pulled her up into his arms. "It''s not your fault," he reassured her warmly.


    Burying her face in his arms, J kept sobbing. "Don''tfort me. I know I''m a jinx. Everyone''s


    been saying so, ever since I was a child."


    She had never been lucky. It seemed that anyone who approached her became prone to


    misfortune.


    Brandon bowed his head and spoke slowly, choosing each word with care. "The reason Draco


    chose to take you with him to the show was that he knows you can handle all sorts of situations.


    Now is no exception. Draco trusts you very much. So don''t let him down and let''s find the syringe."


    With a serious look on his face, Brandon added, "Now''s not the time for crying. Save your tears for


    Draco''s funeral after we try and fail every means we can think of to save him."


    "But Frank said..." J began, panicking.


    Brandon interrupted her. "Frank just said that Draco''s condition was getting worse. He didn''t say


    that Draco was dead. As long as he''s still alive, we still have time."


    J rxed significantly. "What do you think I should do?" she asked.


    "Calm down and think about what happened. Try to recall every detail. Maybe that will help,"


    Brandon replied. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Where might Jorge have hidden the


    syringe?"


    At this, J began to recall what had happened.


    The scene in the ne reyed in her mind.


    When Jorge had rushed over to her, he must have been holding the syringe in his hand. Draco had


    rushed over and stood between J and Jorge, causing Jorge to identally inject Draco with the


    poison.


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    Then J had shouted, and Jorge had run away.


    Within 10 minutes of Jorge''s escape, he was caught by the police. The only possible hiding ce


    between the ne and his capture had been a trash can, but J had already checked it and the


    syringe wasn''t there.


    Where would Jorge have hidden the syringe in such a short amount of time?


    Suddenly, J had an idea. "The syringe is probably still on the ne!" she said urgently.


    "Let''s go back to the cabin."


    When they returned to the ne, she found her seat and said, "This is where I was sitting. Jorge


    was sitting behind me. He walked out from the front seat and ran back in the same direction."


    Something suddenly urred to her. She squatted down and searched the cushion in the front row.


    The syringe was there!


    J was ecstatic. "Brandon!" she cried. "I found it!"


    At the time, the scene had been utter chaos. It would have been impossible for Jorge to throw away


    the syringe directly, but he also had no time to destroy it. As it turned out, he had hidden it in the


    nearest avable hiding ce. It was so unlikely that nobody could have expected it.


    Brandon asked his people to send the syringe to the hospital immediately.