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Eddie thought for a moment, recalling the information he had seen the night before, and asked:

"Your Life Foundation, how exactly does it operate?"

"For example, how do you arrange for people to test new drugs?"

At that, the female assistant beside him immediately interrupted:

"Eddie, please stay on topic."

Eddie turned his head to glance at her, then continued:

"I'm not off-topic. What I'm asking is directly related to the lawsuits against your company."

Carlton Drake flatly refused to answer:

"Sorry, no comment."

"Some say your business empire is built on the grievances and corpses of others."

The assistant tried again to intervene, but Eddie pressed on:

"They say you specifically target the homeless for medical experiments, experiments that are life-threatening."

Drake explained:

"I know there are rumors online. Fake news has been everywhere lately."

Eddie pressed harder:

"Alright then, what about the lawsuits against your company?"

Drake frowned. "What?"

"I'm talking about those who died—Sarah Chambers, Philip Buckley, Robert MacDonald."

Seeing that Eddie clearly knew something, and that the questions were steering toward dangerous ground, Drake immediately signaled to his security team.

The guards quickly approached, blocking the cameras, while Drake said:

"I'm glad you came today, Mr. Brock, but I have other matters to attend to. That's all for now."

"The interview is over."

But Eddie kept pushing, demanding answers about why people entered the company but never came back out. The guards, meanwhile, began escorting Eddie and his two team members out of the building.

Eddie called out to Drake in the distance:

"I'll be back for another interview."

Drake looked at him and replied:

"No, the interview is over, Mr. Brock!"

Eddie smirked.

"Is that a threat?"

Drake extended his hand as if in farewell.

"I wish you a very happy life."

After Eddie and his crew were pushed out, Drake immediately summoned his chief secretary.

"Contact the Daily Globe. If they don't want to go bankrupt, they'd better fire that reporter Eddie Brock."

"Inform every media outlet—I don't want him working in journalism again. I want him banned from the entire industry."

"Anyone who hires Eddie Brock is standing against the Life Foundation."

"I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life in regret."

Drake paused, then added:

"Find out how he learned about those people and the lawsuits. Whoever leaked this will pay the price."

The secretary nodded.

"Yes, boss."

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Elsewhere.

After the failed interview was cut short, Eddie returned to his office.

Inside his boss Barney Bushkin's office, Eddie tried to explain:

"I know what you're going to say. But Drake runs deep—he's rotten to the core. If I can expose him, it'll create the biggest story yet, bigger than anything before."

Barney Bushkin looked at him with a cold expression.

"Where did you get your information?"

Eddie was stunned.

"What did you just say?"

His boss had never asked him such things before. Normally, all he wanted was hot stories, sales, and clicks.

Barney repeated:

"Who's your source, Eddie?"

Leaning back in his chair, Eddie rubbed his stubble, studying his boss. He knew he couldn't reveal the truth about Anne's computer—it would endanger her. So he replied:

"I don't have a specific source. I just have a gut feeling."

Bushkin cut him off:

"You think you're some cowboy from the Wild West?"

"We can't rely on gut feelings to make accusations. We need proper investigations, evidence, proof for every claim."

"You may be smart, Eddie, but in the most important matters, you're a fool."

Bushkin stood up, turned toward the window, and said:

"You're fired. I can't trust you anymore."

"I wish you a very happy life."

Hearing those same words again, Eddie immediately realized it was Drake's doing. He also cursed his own foolishness for not being properly prepared before confronting him.

Had interviewing Smith Dole, the god among men, made him arrogant?

But Eddie wasn't truly reflecting—he knew his enemy had already made a move. Now jobless, he couldn't just sit and wait.

Without lingering in the office, Eddie completed his exit paperwork and rushed to his girlfriend's firm. He knew he had obtained the information from her computer, and feared it might have put her at risk.

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Leaving his former workplace, Eddie went straight to the building of Anne's law firm, waiting downstairs to see if she had been affected because of him.

Before long, Anne appeared—carrying a cardboard box.

The sight of it told Eddie immediately: because of him, she had lost her job.

"Hey!"

Anne spotted Eddie standing at the curb. Rage filled her eyes—she knew she was fired because of his actions.

She hated that he had snooped into her work. She hated even more that he hadn't told her afterward. But most of all, she hated that he had acted recklessly on unproven information, costing them both their careers. She even knew Eddie had now been blacklisted from the industry.

She walked straight up to him and spat out in anger:

"Your self-centeredness is pathological. You only ever think about drawing attention to yourself."

After a couple of biting remarks, she turned to walk away. Eddie hurried alongside her, pleading:

"Anne, please, just hear me out!"

But she continued:

"And you're stubborn beyond reason. But all of that I could have tolerated."

"Because I loved you."

Eddie immediately caught the danger in her words and quickly asked:

"Loved me? What's that supposed to mean?"

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(End of Chapter)

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