Chapter: 1629

“There's no need for apologies. It's just a matter of how you address me. You weren't being presumptuous."

Not everyone had the right to call him Master.

Had Edmond not mentioned it, Odin might have overlooked the matter.

But he was far from foolish; he could discern Edmond's disdain for

His gaze grew colder.

“By the way, do you still recall my brother, Victor?" Odin looked at

Edmond.

“He was once your student."

"Yes, he is a fine young man," Edmond praised Victor generously.

Odin's expression turned cold.

"Is that so? Regrettably, he couldn't be here to visit you today. Something occurred a few days ago, and he The doctors were unable to save him."

While Odin's words seemed sorrowful, a subtle trace of mockery lingered in his voice.

"I heard you were sick a few days ago as well?" Odin changed the subject.

"Mr. Stanley, you must look after yourself properly."

Odin's tone had a strange effect on people. It felt unsettling, even though it was not harsh.

Edmond's eldest son frowned and open his lips, intending to interject.

Surprisingly, Edmond caught his son's irritation first, casting a glance at him that signaled him to remain composed.

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Sullivan. I will be sure to take good care of myself," Edmond replied without anger, smiling.

After giving Edmond a deep, scrutinizing look, Odin averted his gaze and focused on Alberto.

“Who might this be?" Odin inquired knowingly, locking eyes with the masked Alberto.

Alberto's assistant, standing by his side, noticed the curious gaze from Odin. Frowning, he moved closer and positioned himself to partially block Odin's view.

"Oh, my apologies. I was so engaged in conversation that I forgot to introduce him," Edmond said with a smile, "This is..."

"Alberto Gibson," Alberto interjected in a deep voice before Edmond could complete his sentence.

Alberto Gibson...

The Gibson family...