Chapter 112

"Renee?"

Paula's face showed a flicker of confusion, and it didn't seem fake.

I scoffed. "Don't play dumb. At the party that night, you followed Renee into the private room with something. What were you up to?"

Paula thought for a moment before responding. "You mean that night?"

"Yeah, that night. Ms. Jordan asked me to bring some stuff to their room and told me to wait at the door without leaving."

I studied her face. I didn't buy a word Paula was saying.

"So, what were you really doing that night?"

Paula hesitated, glanced at Savannah, and finally said, "Ms. Jordan asked me to bring drugs to him, so I didn't dare tell anyone."

I was taken aback and frowned at Paula. "Keep going."

She explained the events of that night in detail.

Turns out, the reason Renee hadn't shown up was because she was in the private room with her friends doing drugs.

They were using drugs in the room, and when they ran out, Renee came out to find Paula and asked her to get more.

I interrupted her. "Who did you get the drugs from?"

Paula, looking down, said, "Earl."

Earl?

I recalled his clean-cut face. He didn't seem like the type to do drugs.

I asked her, "Do you often see Earl doing drugs at the company?"

Paula shook her head. "Mr. Jordan never does drugs. In fact, he seems to hate them. Whenever Renee asks him to get drugs, he always looks disgusted but still does it."

I didn't expect there to be a story between them. I kept my expression neutral and let Paula continue.

"I know it's illegal, but Renee threatened me. I didn't dare refuse, or she said she'd fire me. So, I had no choice but to follow her with the tray."

"In the private room, they were all sitting on the couch, and I was stationed at the door. They didn't care about me because they knew I wouldn't dare say anything."

I looked at Paula's expression and asked, "Did you hear anything else outside the room?"

I asked this to see if Paula was lying. If she said she didn't hear anything, she was definitely lying because I had clearly heard her ask someone a question when I entered the adjacent room.

Paula thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, there was a knock at the door or something. Renee asked me to check, but when I looked, no one was there."

She looked at me cautiously. "Mrs. Jordan, was that you that night?"

I scoffed. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't. How many people were in Renee's room? Did you recognize any of them?"

Paula shook her head honestly. "They were all foreigners."

"Did they talk about anything else?"

Paula shook her head. "No."

Foreigners. They must be from her international group. Why did she bring them here? Or have they been staying here all along?

I turned to look at Savannah. The red light on the recorder in her pocket was still flashing.

I took out the recorder and said to Paula, "Are you sure you're not lying? I'll be handing this evidence to the police."

Paula immediately dropped to her knees. "Please don't! I'm not lying. If you give this to the police, I'm done for. They'll know I was involved in drug trafficking!"

Paula kept bowing her head, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her like this, I wasn't sure whether to believe her. Paula was hard to read.

"Don't worry. Even if I hand over the evidence, I'll mask your voice. They won't know it's you."

"But you have to tell me the truth. Otherwise, I'll release this recording to the police."

Paula nodded repeatedly. "Thank you, Mrs. Jordan. Thank you. I've told you everything I know. I haven't hidden anything!"

Under threat, Paula probably wouldn't lie. So, it's likely that Jason was taken by Shirley after discovering the truth.

I needed to find Shirley quickly and ask about Jason's whereabouts. The longer it took, the more danger Jason could be in.

After a moment of thought, I said, "Take me to your place."

Paula, eager to show her loyalty, agreed without hesitation and led us to a high-end apartment complex.

I knew Brandon had bought this place for Shirley and Paula, but I didn't expect it to be in such a prime location.

It seemed Shirley was important to Brandon. Otherwise, with his personality, he would have discarded her once she was exposed.

But regardless of who bought the house, Brandon used our marital assets, so half of it was mine. I knocked on the door confidently.

No one answered, so Savannah pounded on the door. Soon, there was movement inside. "Who's there?"

When Shirley opened the door, Savannah kicked it open, and we walked in boldly.

I didn't let Paula show herself. I still needed her, and this wasn't the right time for her to appear.

Shirley was stunned to see me. "What are you doing here? Why are you in my house?"

I rolled my eyes. "Your house?"

"Do you deserve to live in such a nice place?"

Shirley's face darkened. "So what? Brandon bought this house for me. What does it have to do with you?"

I sneered. "Don't forget, Brandon used our marital assets. So, half of this house is mine. You're living in my house, and I can kick you out anytime!"

Shirley's face twisted with anger. "Don't try to scare me. Brandon said this house was a gift to me!"

Savannah brought me a chair, and I sat down, looking at Shirley's furious face. "What right does he have to give you a house? You're just a maid."

Shirley laughed coldly. "You're still in the dark, aren't you? Brandon and I have been together for a long time. He even promised to make me his wife!"

Maybe she was provoked, but she started spilling all the dirty details about her and Brandon.

Shirley spoke with a dreamy expression. "When you were half-dead, Brandon and I made love in your room, right next to your bed. You didn't know that, did you?"

Hearing this, I felt nauseous.

"Brandon and I are one in body and soul. What right do you, a dying woman, have to interfere in our affairs?"