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.

head, his

began to tremble violently all over and fell out of

the door and shouted

room without saying a word. Unfortunately, it was too

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

He had been looking forward to

with before his death. A criminal like Jorge must

understood how serious the matter was, so he got down to

fact that I was in the

Sean understood

the look of anguish on Brandon’s face, Frank cleared his

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

on his work above all else. He was glad that Brandon was taking this matter so seriously

me. I won’t let myself spend every day living in fear.” Right now, Brandon just wanted to

days, Frank. Go back. Have a shower

move all

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

okay. I’ll

can’t take

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

to bring

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one in Barnes had been, but it was still a

venue, Natalie deeply inhaled the fresh

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

late hour.” Natalie heard a man speaking behind

Derek’s coat and returned it to him. “Thank you. But I don’t

voice, “My manager is off entertaining some models at the bar.