Chapter: 1317

He glanced around the office briefly until his eyes came to rest on

Carson, who was standing in front of the French windows.

“Was there any problem with the investigation team? What did they say?"

Wallace asked with concern.

With a worried look, Ivan sighed and his smile earlier turned into a frown. He didn't answer the question. Instead, he just said, "Mr.

Finch, have a seat first.”

Seeing this, Wallace knew not to ask any more questions. He walked over in Carson's direction and greeted, "Mr. Scott."

When the door was closed, Carson finally turned around and nodded.

“Wallace, I asked you to come here because I need a favor from you

“If you need any help, just tell me. I will try my best to fulfill it." Wallace said seriously.

Carson looked at Ivan.

Ivan immediately decoded the unspoken message, tapped on the tablet he was holding and handed it over to Wallace.

Confused, Wallace took the tablet, looked at Ivan and then at Carson in confusion. Carson only signaled to him to check what was on the screen, but didn't say anything more.

Wallace lowered his eyes and analyzed the contents on the tablet.

The stock price graph rose and fell, fluctuating in line with the investors' actions in the stock market. In the past month, the stock price of the Sullivan Group's shares had risen a few times in the middle, but the overall price was on a downtrend and sinking fast.

Today, it fell to an all-time low.

“Well... Wallace looked at Ivan in confusion. He wasn't sure what was expected of him.

“Please continue to the next page. That's where things get interesting."

Wallace immediately scrolled to the second page, and saw a more detailed data graph. Every time the stock price was at a low price, the equity changes of the Sullivan Group on that day were specifically marked in red.

In the past month, almost every time the stock price fell to a certain number, someone would purchase a bulk of the shares in the hands of individual investors.

Although there was not much in a single purchase, it all accumulated to one point five percent.

“Someone is buying the shares of the Sullivan Group?" Wallace frowned when he saw the pattern.

Ivan nodded.

“Their actions were not obvious before, and they only bought a little each time. But after nine o'clock this morning, within half an hour, dozens of accounts with different IP addresses purchased so many of our company's public shares. If these accounts and IP addresses all belong to one person, then this person now owns at least two percent of the Sullivan Group's stock."

As he spoke, Ivan swiped right on the tablet and turned to the next page, on which many IP addresses were densely listed on the screen.