Chapter 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 have come 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’d come.” Jorge laughed.

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.

head, his eyes full

tremble violently all over and fell out of his chair

and shouted for

was stunned and rushed into the interrogation room without saying a word. Unfortunately, it was too

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

had been looking forward to

who Jorge had been in contact with before his death. A criminal like Jorge must have been under the protection of someone

serious the matter was, so he got down to

was in the

Sean understood and

of anguish on Brandon’s face, Frank

lot of moves recently. He must have left some evidence somewhere. Don’t

work above all else. He was glad that Brandon was taking this matter

in fear.” Right now, Brandon just wanted to cherish everything good in his life,

hard work these days, Frank. Go back. Have a shower and a good rest.” Brandon patted Frank on

schedule and move all of tomorrow’s most important matters to today. I have

secretary was surprised. “Mr. Larson, that would be a great deal of work for

I’ll

can’t take all

in a surprisingly relaxed manner, “Don’t worry. I just have to

to bring Natalie

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one in Barnes had been, but it was

venue, Natalie deeply inhaled the fresh air around her and felt extremely

a gust of cold wind blew over her, giving Natalie a chill. It was late at night. She wanted to hail a taxi to get back to her hotel as soon as

a man

hotel with your manager?” Natalie took off Derek’s coat and

natural tone of voice, “My manager is off entertaining some models at the bar. What’s your schedule like for the next

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