Chapter: 1290

"Just like you said before,

Kyle was one of the victims of a terrorist attack about a month and a half ago. He was grievously injured and he's been unconscious for over two weeks. Even until now, he still hasn't recovered. I'm a friend of Kyle. The Tucker Group is planning to develop its operations in the domestic market. It's a difficult task, and there's no other suitable man to lead the project, which is why I decided to do him a favor."

Rachel nodded in response. She didn't bother to think about the truth of Odin's words.

She stared at the glass of red wine in her hand. The purpose of

Odin's return this time was no mystery to her. It wasn't as simple as he stated it to be, and she knew that she shouldn't get involved.

For that reason, she figured that the cooperation between the Bennet

Group and the Tucker Group might not push through.

These days, the employees of the Bennet Group had been busy. Rachel felt really bad for them.

But compared to getting involved with the Sullivan Group's internal strife, giving up early was the best decision. After a moment of silence, Rachel looked up, seeming like something dawned on her.

"I've got things to do. Welcome to Apliaria, Odin. I'll be taking my leave now."

Having said that, she dragged her dazed assistant out of the banquet hall.

Meanwhile, Odin just stood rooted to his spot. He didn't utter a word, nor did he try to stop Rachel. After a while, a man in black came up from behind him and asked, "Shall I stop her?"

"Hmm?" Odin raised his eyebrows.

"For what reason would you stop her?"

The man in black was stunned. He couldn't figure out what his master meant.

"Why not, sir? She knows your real identity. If she tells

Victor about it once she's out of here, it could be troublesome for mo

"She's not going to tell Victor," Odin replied with certainty.

Once more, the man in black was befuddled.

Odin put on his sunglasses again, and said nothing more.

The black car drove steadily across the highway.

The assistant was sitting in the passenger seat, looking behind her from time to time. Rachel leaned against the window. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping.

"What do you want to ask?" Rachel asked with her eyes closed when she noticed that her assistant looked at her again.

"Miss Bennet, are you awake?" the assistant asked back.

Rachel opened her eyes, stared at her assistant and replied, "You've been glancing at me a few times. I can't fall asleep even if I want to. Just tell me, what is it that you want to ask?"