Chapter: 1225

Sullivan Group, I'd want to thank you. This is the first time I've seen the King of Hearts in person, and it's such a shame having heard so much about you." Carson was kind and professional while he was at work.

“When I saw you just now, I felt some sort of familiarity with you. I have a vague sense that I have seen you before, and you deviate somewhat from what I pictured you to be."

The words stunned Wallace, who stared into Carson's eyes and scowled in an imperceptible way upon hearing them.

Had Carson ever met him? Did he realize he was not the real King of

Hearts?

No, it was out of possibility.

How could Carson not remember him at all if he had previously met him? Furthermore, Shelia had never publicly acknowledged her status as the King of Hearts while she was still alive. Only the core members of the Red Hackers were aware that the King of Hearts was a woman.

Despite the thoughts whizzing through his head, he didn't seem to be showing any signs of discomfort. In response to Carson's statements, he said, "Then how come I seemed familiar at first?"

Carson signaled Wallace to take a seat. Then he cast a sideways Look toward Ivan.

Turning around and heading to prepare coffee, Ivan understood what he was saying and promptly exited the office.

Carson sat down with his legs crossed. He sat on the couch, slumped over the back, looking drowsy.

“I don't know how to express it," Carson said.

"I was quite startled to learn that the King of Hearts was a guy since I had assumed that only a woman could bear the title."

Wallace's wide grin froze for a split second.

Ivan entered at the same moment with the coffee he had made and disrupted the two people's chat.

"I heard Mr. Sullivan was badly hurt a while ago. How is his recovery?" Wallace came psychologically prepared since he wasn't the real King of Hearts.

Even if someone realized he was a fake, he wouldn't have any proof to back it up since Shelia was already dead. The true King of Hearts was no more.

The Red Hackers, on the other hand, had changed a lot in the last six years.

While sipping his coffee, Carson's eyes narrowed, almost imperceptibly. After that, he furrowed his brows and exclaimed,

"You've heard? I'd love to know who informed you about that. Mr.

Finch. Mr. Sullivan has taken some time off."

Wallace's heart was racing by now. He quickly recognized that he was still somewhat thrown off by Carson's statements.

"I'm sorry," he said, hastily adjusting his demeanor.

"Mr. Finch, please taste the coffee. Ivan is Mr. Sullivan's helper, and he always makes an excellent cup of coffee."

The coffee tasted nice to Wallace, so he turned to Ivan and said,