Brock trembled under the pressure Eric exerted, but he forced a calm expression and tried to mask his fear. "Take me to the police station, then. Do you have any evidence? I haven't done anything wrong, and if you keep this up, I'll sue you for defamation!"
Levi's blood boiled at Brock's nonchalant attitude. He seized his collar, and his voice was tight and angry. "You really think we can't do anything to you?"
But Brock just looked at him with a taunting smirk. It was clear he didn't believe Levi would land a punch.
Eric cleared his throat softly, and his secretary immediately placed a folder before Brock.
"We only just caught you after you've been hiding for days. But do you really think it was your hiding skills that kept you safe?" Eric's voice was cool, but it carried an undeniable authority.
Brock scanned the contents of the folder, and his face turned from red to pale as he took in the documents.
I stepped forward, my gaze falling on the papers. It was a report on the equipment in Brock's factory detailing the levels of heavy metal residue. The numbers were far beyond the national safety standards.
Brock's composure cracked. He fumbled for words as panic crept into his voice. "You… You didn't have permission to enter our factory. I'll sue you!"
Eric raised an eyebrow, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "Oh?"
"That's a shame. This report? The police came with a search warrant. As for why you were unaware, well, that's thanks to your own caution that led you to throw away your SIM card, cutting off everyone who tried to reach you."
Brock's face drained of color. He stared at the papers for a long moment as though gathering his courage. Then, with a sudden, almost desperate motion, he lowered his head and started to tear the papers into pieces. He even shoved them into his mouth.
Eric and the others exchanged knowing glances as we silently watched Brock's frantic behavior.
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