The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 858 No Clues

Sitting in the meeting room, Brandon kept silent as his eyes darkened. The shareholders present wondered why his face had suddenly seemed to drop. They exchanged glances with one other and held their collective breath.

“The meeting is adjourned.” Brandon squeezed his eyes shut. He had heard a man’s voice on the phone with Janet just now.

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And when Brandon tried to call Janet again immediately after, he found that he couldn’t get through to her.

He should never have let her go to the show. Damn it. Brandon silently cursed and shut off his phone.

Sean sensed that something was wrong with Brandon. He hadn’t intended to walk into the meeting uninvited, but he had a very important matter to report, and it couldn’t be delayed. Sean could only push the door open and enter, despite the anguished look in Brandon’s eyes. “What’s going on?” Brandon cast a harsh glance at Sean. Swearing to himself, Sean turned on a wry smile and said, “Sir, Jorge says he wants to see you.”

Rubbing his eyebrows, Brandon asked, “Is Jorge finally ready to crack? Call Frank and we’ll go see him together.” As it so happened, Frank hadn’t left yet. Maybe he could find something out about this mysterious pharmacist behind Jorge.

In the interrogation room of the Barnes Police Department…

Jorge’s cheeks were sunken and he looked haggard. “I said I wouldn’t talk to anyone but Brandon Larson.” Jorge lowered his head, looked away and said, “I won’t say anything else as long as anyone else is present.”

Through the interrogation room’s one-way mirror, Frank and Brandon could clearly see the arrogant look plastered on Jorge’s face.

“We have been kind enough to come, and he dares to make demands?” Frank sneered, “I’ve never seen such an arrogant criminal.”

a few seconds, Brandon said, “I’ll

He might have other poisons concealed on

the interrogation room alone.

you’d

across from Jorge, Brandon asked slowly,

to know? Then bring that b*tch, Elizabeth, here!” Jorge sneered, “Bring Elizabeth here and

a cold smile in

stood up, stuck out his arm, and grabbed Jorge roughly by the

and so was f0rced to raise his head. When he met Brandon’s eyes,

bars, guess what I can do to you by then…” Brandon was sick of living under the threat of

of him to think that he actually had a chance

“Since you don’t want to

from Jorge and was about

head, his

all over and

the door and shouted for

room without saying a word. Unfortunately, it was too late. Jorge had taken

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

seeing what he would get out of Jorge, but he had instead ended up witnessing

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

matter was, so he got down to work