Ivan had been working for Victor for several years now.He could tell whether the signature was genuine
or not.
This was also why he had been silent just now.The signature was genuine, but he had never seen this
letter before.He didn’t know what was going on.
How could Victor sign this letter? When did he sign it? Did Carson know about it? Ivan was clouded by
doubt.
The crowd was stunned yet again upon hearing this confirmation.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
This was exactly what Odin wanted.He broke into a satisfied smile and glanced at one of his men who
stood behind him.
The man immediately understood.He took a few steps forward and took the letter from Ivan.
"Well, do you have any other questions?" Odin asked casually, as he glanced at everyone.
No one made a sound.And if anyone had any questions, they did not dare ask.
Odin let about ten seconds pass before saying, "Since everything seems clear, I’ll let everyone get
back to work."
As Odin was speaking, his assistant had already walked toward the meeting room.He held the door
open for them.It was clear that Odin’s words were an order.
Everyone had come to the meeting room, being the first people to know that Odin had returned and
would temporarily take over Sullivan Group.
Now, they were being forced out of the room.
Whether they came or left, this whole thing was not up to them.
This was a direct attack by Odin.
Eventually, everyone exited the meeting room.
As they were on their way out, the realization finally dawned on them-Sullivan Group was no longer as
same as before.
Ivan was the last to stand.
Just as he turned to leave, Odin’s voice stopped him.
"Ivan."
"Mr.Sullivan, what else can I do for you?" Ivan replied.
Odin stood up and walked toward Ivan.
He put a hand on the latter’s shoulder and said, "You are my brother’s right-hand man and an
extremely talented one at that.You have been at his service for so many years.You deserve better."
Stone cold, Ivan took a step back and lowered his gaze.
"I’m happy with my job."
Odin glared at him.
He put one hand in his pocket and said, "I haven’t been here in a while, so there’s a lot I don’t know.I
may need you to help me with the turnover."
"Don’t worry, Mr.Sullivan.I will do my best,"
Ivan responded.
"Good."
Odin smiled.
"Well, you can go back to your office now."
Ivan nodded, turned around, and left.He had thought that this was the end of the conversation, but as
he neared the door, he heard Odin’s voice once again.
"Ivan, I think highly of you."
This stopped Ivan in his tracks.
"If there’s anything you want, just tell me," Odin said softly.
"I’m not my brother.I cherish talent, especially people like you."
The number on the elevator’s indicator kept changing until finally, it stopped on the number thirty-three.
Веер! The elevator doors opened.
Ivan stepped out.He glanced at the closed door of the CEO’s office before walking into his own.
Upon stepping foot in his office, he immediately tried Carson’s number.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unattended.Please try again later."
He tried three times but got no answer each time.He frowned at his phone screen.
All of a sudden, he remembered what Carson had told him two days prior.He had been on the sofa
then, working overtime.
"Ivan, I advise that you choose a better employer if you have the choice to do so.At the very least, your
boss should value you.Victor has done a really good job of exploiting you."
At the time, Ivan had not paid much attention to it.
After all, he had been busy with work.He had simply smiled as he listed to Carson.
But now, those same words played in his head.He stood in front of the French windows and took in the
scenery below.He could not help but fall deep in thought.
Extremely preoccupied, he did not even hear the knock on the door.
"Mr.
Chavez."
It was not until he heard someone behind him calling his name that he finally came to his senses.
Ivan turned around to see Wallace standing at the door.
"Mr.Finch," he said.
"I knocked and knocked, but no one answered.The door was not completely closed, so I came in. I’m
sorry," Wallace explained.
Ivan shook his head.
"It’s okay.What can I do for you?"
"Actually, it’s nothing serious.I just noticed that you looked a little distracted when you left the meeting
room.I was a little worried, so I came up to check on you," Wallace said.
"I’m fine."
Finally, Ivan was thinking clearly.
"Are you worried about Mr.Sullivan?" Wallace asked.
"How is he now? Did you get in touch with him?"
After a moment of silence, Ivan softly shook his head.
Wallace sighed.
"Word about Odin taking over Sullivan Group has spread.Now, the whole group is a little confused and
alarmed.Ivan, do you really not know about Mr.Sullivan’s current situation? He signed the letter.He
should have told you, right? Did he tell you what to do next?"
After a brief pause, Ivan simply said, "No."
Wallace’s eyes grew wide.
"No?"
"I’m unable to contact him now.I just learned about the letter," Ivan said in a low voice.
Wallace studied him for a while as if trying to guess what he was thinking or feeling.
Unfortunately, he got nothing.
"I see…"
The helplessness was evident in Wallace’s voice.He looked at the screen of his mobile phone and said,
"Listen, Ivan.There are things I need to deal with in my department.I may have to…"
"Go ahead," said Ivan.
On his way out, Wallace stopped near the door and turned to look back at Ivan.
"Don’t worry too much."
Ivan nodded without a word.
Wallace closed the door behind him and stepped into the elevator, but he did not press the number for
the floor of his office.
Instead, he returned to the meeting room on the 13th floor.
There were two sharp raps on the door.
Soon, it was opened by someone from inside the room.
"How are things going?" Odin asked, standing in front of the window with his back to Wallace, but he
seemed to know that it was him.
Wallace glanced back at the door behind him to confirm that it was closed.
"Ivan didn’t know about the letter.And he hasn’t contacted Victor yet."
Odin lowered his gaze and fumbled with his phone.
"Do you think he truly didn’t know, or is he only pretending not to know?"
"In my opinion, it didn’t look like he was pretending."
Wallace frowned.
"Mr.Sullivan, is it possible that the arrest warrant was issued too quickly that Victor didn’t even have
time to talk to Ivan."
Odin turned around.
"Didn’t have time?"
Wallace looked into Odin’s eyes.He opened his mouth to say something but stopped.
Odin’s question was rhetorical.
"I don’t think so," Odin said with a grim smile.
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda