Chapter: 1744

"Is that so? I'm glad to hear it, Mr. Gibson," Odin said with a faint smile.

"Shelia." Odin suddenly shifted his attention to Rachel.

"While you're working for Mr. Gibson, make sure to put in your best effort and be resourceful in assisting him. If you ever encounter any difficulties, don't hesitate to reach out to me."

Alberto's grip on his water glass unconsciously tightened.

Rachel, sensing the oddity in Odin's behavior, remained silent, pressing her lips together.

She was aware of his intentions towards Alberto's project. Once Alberto requested to exchange her with the cooperation, he didn't hesitate and sent her to Alberto. However, now he seemed keen to assert his claim over her.

The dinner proceeded with everyone deep in thought. Alberto seldom spoke, while Odin was chitchatting almost all the time.

More precisely, Odin displayed his possessiveness towards Rachel, both openly and subtly Rachel found it difficult to process. She stood up and used the excuse of making a phone call, seizing the opportunity to step out to the balcony for some fresh air. To her astonishment, as she turned around, the man standing before her wrapped her waist with his arm.

"I truly regret it." She heard Odin's voice from above.

Rachel swiftly stepped away from Odin's embrace and put some distance between them.

"Mr. Sullivan, please excuse me."

Odin looked at where his arm had been around her, feeling its lingering warmth. With a faint smile, he chuckled.

“Don't be so tense.

Relax."

Rachel glared at him. It wasn't tension she felt, but a struggle to contain her anger. She did have a surge to slap him across his face.

The smile on Odin's face faded.

“It appears you're enjoying yourself in Alberto's company."

"Is that not what you wanted?" Rachel's voice was emotionless. Her eyes conveyed annoyance towards him.

"Are you blaming me?" Odin asked, narrowing his gaze.

"Well, I find it ironic," Rachel answered.

“What do you mean?"

“When you made arrangements involving Mr. Gibson and used me as a pawn, you never once inquired about my feelings. Now that he values my input, you're bothered." Rachel's voice was laced with mockery.

“Do you know what that's called?"

Odin gazed at her and remained silent, his eyes filled with displeasure.