Chapter: 1793

Rachel tapped the cup lightly with her beautiful fingers. Her red lips curved into a faint smile.

“Whatever I wish? What if I want Sullivan Group? Will you be willing to give it to me?"

Odin paused for a moment. A smile crept across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. He seemed not sincere. "Yes, I am willing."

Rachel's smile deepened. Actually, he was the second person willing to hand over Sullivan Group to her.

The first person was filled with remorse and eager to compensate her with all the best things in the world to make up for the irreparable rift between them. When that person said he was ready to give her Sullivan Group as a gift, she believed him.

But Odin? He expressed his willingness to give the company to her with a mysterious smile on his face. She was not convinced at all.

She didn't believe a single word he said.

So, she didn't beat around the bush and said straightforwardly, “What are your conditions? Mr. Sullivan, I know that you are a shrewd businessman. You calculate value better than anyone else. So, if you are willing to hand over Sullivan Group to me, it only means that you have conditions. And those conditions would definitely outweigh the value of the company."

Odin's eyes narrowed, and his smile faded slightly. "Shelia, you shouldn't be this clever."

"No, it's not cleverness, Mr. Sullivan. It's self-awareness," Rachel replied soberly.

"Really? I don't like your self-awareness, then."

Rachel stared at him, unperturbed by his expression. "Well, that's too bad. Because I like it."

Odin had been in contact with Rachel for some time, and he thought he could already control her. But to his dismay, she always remained acutely aware at crucial moments. She was completely out of his control. He knew very well that a woman like her was dangerous. He could not keep her for a long time.

But for some reason, the more uncontrollable she seemed, the more he wanted to possess her.

Although he knew she was dangerous, he still couldn't restrain himself from getting closer to her and challenged himself to hold her.

“It's simple. If you want Sullivan Group to be yours, marry me,"

Odin offered.

"Since you have what you need, I have nothing else to discuss with you. I'm leaving," Rachel replied. She finished her coffee, showing no reaction to his proposal. She got up and walked to the door.

Although she didn't respond to his words, the implication of her action was as clear as day.

Of course, Odin would not lower his dignity to force her for an answer. He stood up and said, “How about we have dinner together?

Consider it as my little treat for you."

While saying this, he was also sending a message to his assistant.

Before Rachel could respond to his offer, there was a knock on the door. Odin said in a deep voice, "Come in."

“Mr. Sullivan..." The door was pushed open, and a man in a suit entered and greeted Odin respectfully, gently adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.