Chapter 167

My words were harsh, but Brandon knew he was in the wrong and couldn't argue back. His face looked awful.

"Why don't you just go back to her? What are you hanging around here for?"

"Not dealing with her is already the best outcome. What more do you want from me?"

Brandon gritted his teeth and finally said slowly, "Fine, honey, you should head home early."

I waved him off impatiently.

After he left, Kathy couldn't help but laugh at me. "You really know how to get under Brandon's skin. Did you see his face when he left? He looked like he was about to explode."

I chuckled. "I just told the truth, and he couldn't handle it? If he doesn't want people to talk, then his mom shouldn't be doing such things. Am I wrong?"

Kathy nodded and gave me a thumbs up. "I'm afraid if you two don't get divorced soon, he'll die from anger first."

"That would be ideal. Wouldn't I be doing everyone a favor by getting rid of Brandon? Karen's almost gone too. Now it's just Renee, Earl, and Irene left."

I listed their names, feeling a surge of anger just thinking about them. One day, I'll make sure they all pay.

The Jordans are all bad people, not a single one deserves any sympathy.

After dinner, we stayed in Kathy's hospital room for a while, chatting. Later that evening, Simon arrived.

He was in a hurry, clearly having rushed over right after finishing work, with sweat still on his forehead.

"I told you not to rush. We're still here, aren't we?"

"Any leads on Earl these past few days?"

Simon shook his head. "No, and we can't trace the bombers who died either. No one has claimed their bodies, so we don't even know who they are."

"Could they be foreigners? Kathy, did you hear them speak?"

Kathy nodded, then shook her head. "I only heard the leader speak. The others were silent. It's possible they were foreigners."

Simon frowned. "We suspect that too, but if they are foreigners, it will be much harder to trace. It might end up being a dead end."

"Looks like using this lead to convict the Jordans is going to be tough. These people are desperate criminals. Who knows where he found them?"

I nodded, already used to this.

Suddenly, I remembered the photo Savannah took earlier today. I quickly took it out and handed it to Simon. "Savannah and I ran into Brandon while we were out getting food. He knows I'm back, but he was meeting a client, so he didn't join us. This is the client he met. Do you recognize him?"

Simon took the photo and slowly shook his head. "No, but I'll take it back and check. If he met Brandon at such a critical time, he must be important."

I nodded. "That's what I thought too. This guy's identity might be significant."

Simon snapped a picture of the photo and sent it to the tech team.

"Now we just wait for them to get back to us. Let's see who this guy is."

That night, Simon stayed with Kathy, while Savannah and I went to a nearby hotel.

We hadn't had a full night's sleep in days, and we had been using nearby hotels to quickly freshen up before rushing back. We were really short on people and couldn't afford to be away for long.

Now that Simon was here, Savannah and I could finally rest.

We found a hotel nearby.

I let Savannah shower first while I checked our company's stock. The stock had plummeted due to the negative press, wiping out tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of dollars in market value.

Brandon was probably losing his mind, not knowing how to handle it.

As for his reassurances, they were just excuses. I knew his capabilities. He couldn't handle this; it was beyond him.

After Savannah and I cleaned up, we got some sleep.

In the morning, Brandon texted me, asking me to come home.

I had a feeling something was up, so I deliberately took my time with Savannah, eating some food in Kathy's room before slowly driving home.

When I got home, Brandon was visibly impatient, wanting to say something but not daring to. He frowned. "Honey, where have you been? Didn't I ask you to come home quickly?"

"What's the matter?"

"I told you, Kathy is sick and needs someone with her. Shouldn't I be there?"

"Couldn't you have said this over the phone?"

Brandon was at a loss for words, his temper flaring. "I just wanted to see you sooner. Honey, don't be mad. I have something to tell you."

Just as I suspected, Brandon had a reason for calling me back. His intentions were clear.

I sat on the couch. "What is it?"

Brandon suddenly knelt in front of me. "Honey, the company is going under. Please save it."

"I know Dad left you some shares. Those shares are worth a lot. We don't have any other money to save the company. Can you sell those shares and invest in the company?"

"Otherwise, the company will go bankrupt. Are you really going to watch the company you built from scratch go under?"

I scoffed. "What does that have to do with me? Isn't it your fault the company is in this state?"

"You have the nerve to ask for the money my dad left me? Can't you find investors yourself?"

"But no one dares to invest in us now. With everything that's happened, who would want to work with us? Even our overseas connections will cut ties once they find out."

"Didn't you say you could handle it? Hold a press conference and clear things up. Can't you do that?"

"But the company is on the brink. Even if I hold a press conference, it won't help the stock price. Honey, you're the only one who can help me. Please, save our company."

"If you don't help, I don't know who else to turn to. The company is really in crisis."

He kept calling it "our company," but in reality, he had filled it with his relatives.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Our company? Brandon, are you sure?"

"Isn't the company filled with your Jordan family members? What does it have to do with me? Didn't you fire all my trusted people?"