The secretary added that the article came with a provocative title, “The Truth Behind the Death of Genius Rising Painter Yoon Dae-ho, Father of Yoon Gaeul,” but detailed information hadn’t reached Giktae’s ears yet.

‘Who the hell…!’

“It’s not a main article, fortunately, so not many people seem to have seen it, but if we leave it like this.”

“Alright, I got it. Hang up.”

“Yes…? Yes. CEO!”

Giktae quickly ended the call that he had been swearing under his breath. Then, he found an article prominently positioned on a portal site, even if it wasn’t on the main page.

His anger instantly flared up at the malicious and poorly written article.

‘By Reporter Oh Byeong-hoon? Who the hell is this now.’
In Giktae’s eyes, a ominous expression appeared as he confirmed the name of the journalist who wrote that article.

On his face, which had been full of laughter, anger that couldn’t be suppressed firmly took its place.

Having impatiently ended the call, Giktae immediately dialed Juhyeok.

Rrrr……. Rrrr…….

The dial tone felt unusually slow.

Fidgety, Giktae tapped the steering wheel nervously, then loosened his tie and got out of the driver’s seat.

Please, just pick up quickly, Kim Juhyeok.

As soon as he sensed the person on the other end answering the call, Giktae began explaining the matter before Juhyeok could even greet.

Uh, Han Gi…

“Kim Juhyeok! Let’s make one request.”

Huh? What’s with the sudden request? Out of the blue…

No time for trivial greetings or detailed explanations. There wasn’t enough time if they wanted to prevent more people from seeing the article and causing pain to Gaeul.

With that thought, Giktae explained as succinctly and comprehensively as possible.

“There’s a malicious article about Gaeul. What kind of article is it?”

“I’ll explain later. It’s urgent. For now, please stop the article. …I’m asking you.”

Once again, Giktae, who quietly pleaded, received a quick response from Juhyeok, who seemed puzzled.

“Sure. Should I hang up for now? The quickest way to take down the article is to contact my father.”

“Thank you, Kim Juhyeok.”

Seeing Giktae, who couldn’t find any peace in the situation involving Gaeul, quickly ending the call, Juhyeok left one more word.

“That’s it. Whatever it is between you and me. I’ll take down the article and call you back.”

The article was taken down in less than 10 minutes.

Thanks to Juhyeok’s father’s help, it disappeared without unnecessary procedures and traces. Since the view count wasn’t high, it also prevented another unfortunate incident.

Meanwhile, at the time the article was taken down, the person who wrote the article, reporter Oh Byeong-hoon, was very bewildered.

‘Who intervened…?’

He suddenly received a notice from his superior to take down the article.

Because of that, he had to take down the article hastily, making the money he received from Hyesu seem pointless.

‘Well, I already got the money, so it doesn’t matter.’

It was an article he wrote after receiving money from Hyesu. Even though the article was taken down, he wasn’t disappointed. After all, his goal was money, not a sense of journalistic duty.

‘If they tell me to spit it out, I’ll just swallow it. I uploaded the article, that’s a fact.’

Although he could face complaints from the woman, Cha Hyesu, for the article that was taken down, Oh Byeong-hoon thought he had done enough.

If she scolded him, he could lower his head for a moment, pretend to be sorry, and that would be the end of it.

Until then, Oh Byeong-hoon didn’t know.

What kind of repercussions his actions would bring.

Giktae, who confirmed that the article was taken down, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The boiling anger was still there, but he found some time to properly reassess the situation.

As he went over the situation, he suddenly noticed something strange.
“The only outsiders who know about Gaeul’s father’s death are me and my grandfather.”

I heard it from Gaeul, and even her mother, Myeongjeong, didn’t know the truth. It was because my grandfather, who had a heavy heart.

Giktae, realizing this, recalled the name of the journalist who had written that malicious article.

Reporter Oh Byeong-hoon.

Where on earth did he hear this fact?

“Wait, Oh Byeong-hoon?”

He didn’t think it was a familiar journalist, but upon further reflection, it came to him.

A pathetic man who used to take sly photos of female celebrities he barely knew at events, creating false scandals. A man who often extended his journalistic career by creating such fabrications.

“He’s capable of doing this kind of thing.”

There were always a few journalists who liked to write gossip about me. I didn’t pay attention to such articles because I wasn’t conscious of other people’s gazes.

I thought it wasn’t a known journalist, but now that I think about it, I remembered.

It was time to pull out the roots. Anything that could hurt Gaeul, whatever it was, all of it.

For now, the priority was to find out where that information came from. And it wouldn’t hurt to catch reporter Oh Byeong-hoon in the process.

Due to the tight grip on the phone, veins bulged on his hand.

Giktae made a call, instructing the person on the other end, “Make some room.”

He spoke with a clenched jaw, “We need to see the face of reporter Oh Byeong-hoon.”

His gaze briefly landed on the clock.

It was just past the afternoon.

There was plenty of time to cut my hair and pick up Gaeul.

Everything would be taken care of within that time.