Chapter: 1846

“Mr. Sullivan... It's a relief to see you alive."

Hearing this, Alberto struggled to find the right words to say.

“But, Mr. Sullivan, why are you a Gibson now?"

"It's quite a tale."

Ivan didn't press further. “Understood. Mr. Sullivan, how're your legs?"

"They're fine. You'll learn more in due course," Alberto replied.

Ivan let out a sigh of relief. As long as Victor was still among the living, there was hope.

"So, Mr. Sullivan, you must have something to discuss with me, right?

Do you need my assistance? Just say the word, and I'll figure out how to complete the task!" Ivan had transformed from the weary man he'd been at the start into an energetic individual upon realizing Victor's survival.

But as the words left his mouth, a realization dawned on Ivan.

“However, Mr. Sullivan, I have one problem. I haven't set foot in the headquarters for quite some time now. Perhaps..

His influence within the headquarters had become nonexistent.

Suddenly, Ivan grasped that if Victor required his aid, there was little he could offer.

A hint of regret washed over him. Had he known about this sooner, he might have put up a fight for it.

"You're not thinking of resigning, are you?" Alberto's voice held a deep undertone.

Ivan pressed his lips together. "If I can still be of use to you within the group, I'll stick around."

“Good to know." Alberto nodded. After a brief silence, he continued, “Then tender your resignation."

"Mr. Sullivan..."

"You're in no rush, though," Alberto pressed on. "I need you to investigate a person within the group. It shouldn't be too challenging for you, right? After that, you can take a break. When the project wraps up, you can work for me."

"Who's the target?"

"It's a man called Klein Martel." Alberto handed over a prepped dossier to Ivan. “He might be operating under an alias, though.”

Accepting the document and perusing it, Ivan studied Klein's suited photograph. He furrowed his brow, racking his brain to recall where he'd seen the man before. “This guy seems oddly familiar."

Ivan had spent many years at Sullivan Group, having interviewed most of the senior executives. He should have remembered anyone of significance there.

In a firm voice, he promised, "Understood, Mr. Sullivan. I'll look into it and provide you with the information as soon as I can."