NovelEnglishA hiss slithered neatly across the meeting room, echoing all the way, and all heads turned to Ivan sitting in the front.
An apparition of frown evinced on Ivan’s countenance but only for a fleeting moment.He pacified himself before asking in a deep
voice, "Does your brother know about it?"
"Of course."
Odin glanced at his subordinate behind him with a smile.The man understood that it was his cue to move and put the document
he had prepared on the table.
At the stime, Odin said, "But it’s a pity that he doesn’t have tto attend."It only took one casual glance from Ivan at the
folder and he narrowed his eyes.
"If Mr.Sullivan isn’t here to attend the meeting, the board meeting,"
Someone couldn’t help but speak, but he trailed off when he felt a pair of gloomy eyes staring at him.A shiver ran down his spine
and he trembled.He unobtrusively rotated his head towards the direction of the gaze and found that the owner of that intense
stare was the man behind Odin.
The warning look the man in black was giving him was enough to prompt a lump in his throat.
When he saw the cold and tense face of the man in black, his heart skipped a beat in fear for his life.
Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and a strong sense of oppression was starting to choke him out of breath.
It was Odin.
At the front of the long conference table, Odin sat in the executive chair.
His slender and bony fingers tapped from tto tas if to tick everybody’s nerves off.
The sound it was creating was not loud in the expansive room, but it was as clear as the almost tangible tension that hung in the
air.It was as though a hammer was smashing against one’s eardrum.
Opposite to the anxious situation everybody else was in, there was a crack of smile on Odin’s lips.
The smile was unnoticeable and faint, giving off the vibe that Odin was more unpredictable than the man in black.
This incomprehensibility was the source of the pressure—that smile could mean anything.
"That’s why I brought withanother piece of good news."
Odin pushed the document to Ivan.
"From today on, I’ll take over the Sullivan Group temporarily." Silence prevailed.
This time, not an indistinct reverberation of gasp could be heard, but the astonishment was evident on everyone’s face, except
for Odin and his men.
Ivan unfolded the folder and the words "Letter of Attorney" greeted him.
Then, Odin’s voice rang again.He said, "Victor himself signed this letter.He entrustedto be fully in charge of all the decisions
regarding all the projects of the Sullivan Group during his absence.He knew about this board meeting and askedto be in
charge of it."
The contents of the letter was succinct, and both the bright red seal and private seal were clearly visible and undeniable.
Odin looked at Ivan and asked, "Ivan, do you have any questions?"
When he did so, everyone else looked at Ivan again.
For a moment, it seemed that they were looking forward to how Ivan would react and answer.
After all, among all the people present in the room, Ivan was the one who knew Victor best and was the most qualified to
represent him in his absence.
"I have none," Ivan answered and closed the folder, devoid of any expression.
"If you have any doubts about this letter, you can always cand tell me."
The tranquility Ivan was displaying dissatisfied Odin.Seeing him in the carriage of serenity was not what he wanted to happen.
"For example, you may have doubts about the authenticity of the signature or about the contents of the letter.After all, I’ll
temporarily take over the Sullivan Group, and you’re my brother’s right-hand assistant.As it follows, you will helpmanage the
company."
Ivan raised his eyes and met Odin’s.
Odin’s voice was light, but every word that his mouth was spatting was a heavy stone pressing on Ivan’s shoulder.
If Ivan were to agree, in the process of Odin’s takeover of the Sullivan Group, he couldn’t raise any questions.
But if he were to refuse, he was sure that Odin had already known how to retort.
Either way, he would be backed to a corner.
Therefore, no matter how he answered, he would end up having to unconditionally obey Odin’s decision.
"Mr.Chavez, is the signature true?" someone couldn’t help asking in a low voice.
Ivan narrowed his eyes.
"It’s true."
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