Chapter: 1341

"I wanted to share some good news with him. It's a pity that he's not here."

A baffled expression swayed on Ivan's face as Odin talked.

With a smile, Odin said, "But it doesn't matter. He should be in prison and will know soon anyway."

For the second time since Odin emerged, Ivan was stunned. But he was not alone in that state of confusion, so did everyone else.

In prison? Did Odin know that Victor was taken away? But he just got here. How could he possibly know? Better yet, what was Odin's motive for coming back at this time?

In just a few seconds, Odin's revelation spawned heaps of questions, and more inquiries were hatched as they looked at Odin. Inexplicably, they could all think of one thing: Odin's return was for something far beyond simple.

"Mr. Sullivan, your brother must be happy that you're back safe and sound. This is indeed good news!" Ivan was able to contain the shock that escaped him. When he spoke, he was calm.

“After all, after you had an accident, he exchanged his rest for several days in worrying about you."

Odin narrowed his eyes and asked, “Really?”

Ivan gave him the vaguest answer: silence. Yet his eyes seemed to be asking in return, “What do you think?"

“I thought my brother would be delighted to know that I was dead,"

Odin commented jokingly, raising his eyebrows.

Over the years, the two of them had maintained a seemingly harmonious relationship. They were brothers, after all.

However, it wasn't a secret that one of them was an illegitimate child secretly given birth to by a maid. To make things worse, their biological father didn't favor the by-blow. No matter how harmonious the two behaved, the others always knew that they were destined to be enemies from the moment they were born.

Even so, years went by and Victor and Odin didn't show any signs of treading down the path of what the others prophesied to happen, so the outsiders only dared to discuss it secretly.

Hearing Odin say that seemingly meant joke tore apart the hypocritical mask he had been wearing about their brotherhood. Even if it sounded like a joke, any Listener would assume differently of what he said.

Ivan could barely maintain his calm expression; he was on the verge of frowning.

A thick tension overrun everyone and it rattled their nerves. Some people even began to regret not leaving earlier. They might have returned to their own office, drowning themselves in work and not having to stand here and Listening to the awkward conversation.

"Mr. Sullivan, Mr. Chavez, well... I have a few important emails to tend to, so I have to go back to work. Excuse me." After a moment of silence, someone finally couldn't help but speak.

Ivan nodded.

"Thank you all for your hard work today. You can go."

When the others heard this, they hurriedly pivoted and were about to leave, but before they could take a step, the two men in black behind Odin scurried and stopped everyone from vacating the place.

Ivan's face darkened.

"Mr. Sullivan," he cautioned.

"Are you really going to work?" Ignoring Ivan, Odin turned around and his eyes flicked from face to face, scanning everyone.