Chapter 22

I kept this matter in mind and then went to look at other things.

However, most of the chat history in WhatsApp had been deleted by him, so there was nothing much to see.

I could only turn to his photo album. Besides some disgusting photos, I indeed found something useful.

I saw several large insurance policies, with Brandon as the beneficiary and me as the insured.

If I were to die, he would directly receive tens of millions of dollars in insurance money.

My hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably. No wonder, no wonder Brandon drugged me.

But I suddenly realized something was wrong. Our company was still generating revenue, so he shouldn't be short of money. Could there be another reason?

Or is there a problem with our company?

I continued to scroll down and found naked photos of Shirley, with a tattoo on her back.

In the photo, she was kneeling on the ground, her back fully exposed, with the words "Brandon's slave" written on it.

Brandon only showed a wrist, wearing his usual watch, holding a whip.

I clicked on it in disgust, feeling like I had seen something dirty.

Continuing to search, I suddenly saw a mortgage contract.

I opened it and found out that he had mortgaged all our joint properties, getting a considerable amount of money.

But I was even more confused. If Brandon needed money, mortgaging the house would already be a huge sum. Why would he still use me to scam insurance money? What was the reason?

Although I knew Brandon was greedy, mortgaging the house indicated that things had reached a certain level of crisis. But he still chose to harm me for those millions of dollars.

This was extremely inconsistent with his character. What exactly happened?

There was nothing else on his phone. I switched the system back, deleted the access records, and placed it by Brandon's ear.

He was still sound asleep, seemingly unaware of what I had just seen.

I lay down with a belly full of questions, unable to figure it out even as I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by Brandon.

He asked, "Did you touch my phone?"

I knew I couldn't hide it from him, so I nodded.

"You were too tired and fell asleep directly, lying on your phone. I helped you move it."

Brandon nodded half-believingly and then asked me to get up, "Didn't you say you wanted me to accompany you to the hospital for a check-up today? Let's go."

I was stunned. He had been reluctant before, so why was he so eager now?

I got up and dressed. Last night, to prevent him from discovering that my health was gradually improving, I deliberately didn't remove my makeup. Now I went to the bathroom to touch up my haggard look and followed him out.

Brandon took me to the car and asked, "Where is the place you made the appointment for the check-up?"

I gave the name of the hospital but became more puzzled.

The driver directly entered the name of the place into the navigation system. I keenly noticed that this location had been entered once before, meaning Brandon had been there once.

I was momentarily surprised but then not too puzzled. After all, after I took Brett to see a doctor, Brandon might have gone to verify if I had really gone to the hospital. It seemed he must have done something with the doctor, as no one else knew.

Soon, the car took us to the hospital, and Brandon led me straight to the check-up center.

There, I clearly saw Brandon and the doctor exchange a glance before sending me in.

But I felt much more relaxed. Since I knew they were faking it, this could just cover up the fact that my health had improved, which suited me perfectly.

So I let them do as they pleased.

After the check-up, the report would take a few days to come out.

Brandon didn't rush to take me home but said, "I haven't taken you shopping for a long time. You can buy whatever you want."

I couldn't tell if he had another plot or was just trying to act like a good man.

But I hadn't walked on the street like this for a long time. Even with Brandon by my side, I felt much better.

Suddenly, I saw Kathy and Simon walking towards me side by side. Simon winked at me, seemingly wanting to say something.

Brandon seemed to have seen them too. Kathy came up and took my hand, "Caroline, why are you out today?"

I looked at Brandon, "Brandon brought me for a check-up. Who is this beside you?"

Brandon knew all my social circles, so I had to act like I didn't know Simon.

"My cousin, you don't know him."

"Since you brought Caroline out, can you let her shop with us for a while?"

Brandon refused without thinking, "Of course not. Caroline is still very weak and can only stay for a while."

I suddenly pointed to the nearby café, "Shall we sit for a while? I haven't been out for a long time and want to stay outside a bit longer."

Brandon hesitated but then nodded.

We all went to the café and sat down. Under the table, Kathy gently touched my foot.

This meant she had something to say, but Brandon remained unmoved.

I stood up, "I need to go to the restroom. Do you know where it is?"

When Brandon was about to stand up, Simon got up, "I've been here before. I'll take you."

When Brandon was about to follow, Kathy said, "You don't have to, right? Are you going to follow Caroline into the ladies' room? Who are you guarding against?"

Her words directly exposed Brandon's thoughts, and he sat down awkwardly.

After Simon took me to the restroom, I was about to speak when I saw someone not far away.

Simon noticed my strange look and quickly looked over, mouthing, "Do you know her?"

I nodded. Of course, I knew her because she was Brandon's sister, Renee Jordan.

But why was she here?

It couldn't be a coincidence that we came to the same café, right? That would be too much of a coincidence.

I knew hiding wasn't a solution, and Renee's presence was a question mark. So I walked over and greeted her.

Renee just glanced at me and then focused on Simon, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

"Who are you?"

"This is my good friend Kathy's cousin, Simon. Renee, Brandon is with us. Do you want to join us?"

On the way back, Renee walked in front, and Simon walked beside me. He suddenly asked, "Why do I feel something is off about her?"

I nodded. It was said that people who use drugs smell different from ordinary people, "Yes, she uses drugs."