Chapter: 1481

Even though Rachel had taken the antidote in advance, Quintin was still worried about her condition. He couldn't find suitable mobile equipment that could test her blood oxygen and other vital signs, so he repurposed the earpiece to detect her brain waves through subtle electromagnetic symbols. That way, he could at least know how she was in real time.

Unfortunately, there was one drawback to this design. Anytime Rachel was thinking, her brainwaves would show fluctuations.

She wanted to take off her earpiece because she didn't like the feeling that someone was aware of her thoughts.

However, she knew that Quintin was just worried about her, so she restrained herself from taking it off.

She then took out her phone to send him a message.

"I'm wondering what my success rate would be if I were to use the ashtray on the table to bash in Odin's head and throw him off the building.”

After a long pause, Quintin said in a serious tone, "It will take you at least 30 seconds to pick up the ashtray and approach Odin.

The estimated time for an average person to react will be about 45 seconds. However, Odin is vigilant and agile. He'll react in about twenty seconds. You also have to consider opening the window, which will typically only take at least five seconds. But if it's locked, you will have to break it, which will take at least fifteen seconds."

Quintin's jaw clenched as he concluded, "At this point, the success rate is only at two percent."

As Rachel listened, her eyes fell on the ashtray on the coffee table.

"But if we can find a way to buy some time, this plan may work...

Quintin trailed off, not finishing his words as Odin hung up the phone and turned around, his eyes darting at Rachel.

Rachel squinted as she heard Quintin say, "The success rate is now down to zero."

Immediately after he finished speaking, Quintin received Rachel's message, which contained an ellipsis.

Odin's eyes were cold and dark as he approached and stopped at the sofa. He sat down and held the phone in his hand, recalling the phone call he just had with one of his men.

Narrowing his eyes at Rachel, he asked ominously, “Did you do it?

The elevator."

Rachel equaled his gaze and admitted, "Kind of."

Odin cocked his head to one side, his brow arching slightly.

“Kind of?"

"Mr. Sullivan, if you want to thank me, there's no need for it. It's not a big deal," Rachel said.

Odin flashed a faint smile.

"Why would I want to thank the person who damaged my company's property instead of calling the police on her?"

“Because I've solved two problems for you."

The smile on Odin's disappeared. He didn't say anything, lightly tapping his fingers at the phone screen and fixing his cold gaze at