The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

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.

laughed and raised his head, his eyes full

over and fell out

door and shouted for Frank,

saying a word. Unfortunately, it was too late. Jorge had taken the poison himself and

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

looking forward to seeing what he

with before his

was,

the fact that I was in the room with Jorge when

it, sir.” Sean understood and left at

on

He must have left some evidence somewhere. Don’t give up hope. I believe we will find

He was glad

fear.” Right now, Brandon just

back. Have a shower and a good rest.” Brandon patted Frank on the

schedule and move all of tomorrow’s

“Mr. Larson, that would be a great deal of

I’ll

frowned. “Brandon, you can’t

chair, Brandon replied in a surprisingly relaxed

going to

Poor Husband

in Northcliffe wasn’t quite as breathtaking as the one in Barnes had been,

of the venue, Natalie deeply inhaled the fresh air around

a chill. It was late at night. She wanted to hail a taxi to get back to her hotel as soon as

this late hour.” Natalie heard a man speaking behind her. At the same time, the man placed a

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

of voice, “My manager is off entertaining some models at