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.

raised his head, his

violently all over and fell out of his chair and to

door and shouted for

word. Unfortunately,

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

looking forward to seeing

returned to the company, 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

the matter was, so he got

I was in the room with Jorge

it, sir.” Sean understood and left at

on Brandon’s face,

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

had always placed priority on his work above all else. He was glad that Brandon was taking this matter

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

work these days, Frank. Go back. Have a shower and a good

schedule and move all of tomorrow’s most important matters

Larson, that would be a great deal of work for

I’ll

frowned. “Brandon, you can’t take all of this

his chair, Brandon replied in a surprisingly relaxed manner, “Don’t

to bring

Poor Husband

quite as breathtaking as the one in Barnes had been, but it was still a beautiful view since the city was surrounded by

the fresh air around her and

giving Natalie a chill. It was late at night. She wanted to hail a taxi to

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

you still following me? Didn’t you go back to the hotel with your manager?” Natalie took off Derek’s coat and returned

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