Chapter 488
Seconds later, the cop caught up with him and arrested him on the spot.
But later, at the police department, even after several interrogations, Jorge still refused to talk.
The police checked his phone and found that there was indeed a mastermind behind it all, who had ordered Jorge to kill Natalie.
But it was obviously a burner phone and they couldn’t track down the person with the limited information they found on Jorge’s phone.
The cop placed the phone down on the table in front of Jorge and demanded, “What on earth did you do? Tell me! Who ordered you to kill Natalie Larson?”
Jorge leaned back in his chair casually, fearlessly looking the cop directly in the eye.
He laughed maniacally until he could laugh no more.
Then he said in a low voice, “Don’t worry about Natalie. She’ll survive. Someone else, though, is doomed.”
Natalie insisted that Draco get an overall check-up but she herself would skip it.
Brandon was, however, and arranged for an examination for Natalie as well.
“I wasn’t even attacked by Jorge. Is it really necessary?”
Natalie was reluctant to undergo the exam.
“Just in case.”
Brandon guided Natalie into the examination room.
While he waited outside for Natalie to emerge, Brandon got a call from the police.
“Jorge still said nothing.”
He was giving the police a great deal of trouble.
“Keep trying.”
Brandon’s face hardened.
“Until he tells us everything.”
“We found a call log between Jorge and someone else on his phone. That should be the person behind this all. But Jorge didn’t say anything and just kept laughing like a maniac. Maybe he succeeded in his task. Whatever that task might have been.”
“Check if Jorge has a concealed weapon hidden on him anywhere.”
Brandon’s eyes narrowed.
“We’ve already frisked him. There’s nothing on Jorge that could be used to hurt anyone. It’s very strange.”
The police didn’t know what to do.
Without any evidence, there was nothing they could do about Jorge.
Noticing that Natalie’s examination was finished, Brandon lowered his voice and said, “It’s your job. Jorge is in your hands. Find out everything.”
He hung up the phone and walked towards Natalie, who had just emerged from the room.
“What did the doctor say?”
Covering her arm from which the doctor had just drawn blood, Natalie replied, “The blood test shows that I’m fine. They didn’t find any wound on me either. The doctor said that I’m perfectly healthy, as far as he can tell.”
Brandon breathed a deep sigh of relief. But thinking back on his conversation with the cops, he was suddenly plagued with doubts.
Jorge hadn’t gotten on the plane just to scare Natalie, had he? And who was behind all of Jorge’s actions? There were too many mysteries that hadn’t been solved yet.
Brandon was worried that if he told all of this to Natalie, she might want to investigate herself, which could put her in even greater danger.
Taking a lesson from his previous experience, Brandon planned to investigate it himself first and only tell Natalie once he got the answers.
Noticing that Brandon was on the phone when she walked out, Natalie asked, “Have the police caught Jorge?”
“No. It was work.”
“Okay,” Natalie said.
Natalie turned her head and looked over at the clock hanging on the wall.
Then she looked over at the examination room that Draco was still in and asked. ռօʋɛʟօʐ-ƈօʍ. “The doctor still hasn’t finished checking Mr. Wesley?”
“These things take time.”
Brandon felt a twinge of jealousy as he noticed how concerned Natalie seemed to be for another man, the fact that it was Draco notwithstanding.
“If he’s fine, Mr. Wesley and I can pack up and set off for the Iridescent Show,” Natalie said.
It was an important event for both Draco and herself, and it was on for tomorrow.
“I thought I was a workaholic. People didn’t expect my wife to be even worse than me.”
Brandon couldn’t help but tease Natalie lovingly.
With a smile, Natalie calmed down a bit.
“Even under such dangerous circumstances, I got out without a scratch. This clearly means God Himself insists on me being at the Iridescent Show. And I really can’t let Him down!”
Despite having such a close call with Jorge, Natalie was still excited about going to the Iridescent Show.
As soon as his examination was finished, Draco walked out of the room.
“What did the doctor say?”
Natalie got up and walked over to him, concerned on her face.
Smiling, Draco replied, “The doctor said I’m fine.”
However, it certainly didn’t look like he was fine to Natalie.
The look on Draco’s face was even worse than when he was on the plane.
Then, Draco picked up his backpack and signaled to Natalie.
“Let’s go,” he started to say.
But before he could complete the sentence, he suddenly began violently coughing.
Feeling out of breath, Draco loosened the buttons on his collar and looked over to Brandon.
“Mr. Larson, has the helicopter arrived yet? I just received a phone call and the host was urging us to arrive at Northcliffe before 2 o’clock.”
Natalie’s heart jolted. She grabbed Draco’s arm and asked, “When did you catch a cold? You seemed fine just before now.”
Draco was stunned by what Natalie said. He had stayed up late these past few days, but he didn’t think he’d caught a cold.
Throughout his life, he’d always been the picture of perfect health.
From childhood to adulthood, he had only been sick a handful of times.
