Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 525

It was none other than Odin. Odin’s eyes inadvertently swept across the person who had just exclaimed, but it was not longer than a moment. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up as his eyes darted at Ivan.

Odin’s appearance stunned Ivan, but he was much calmer compared with the others who were shocked. Contrary to what he was expecting, everyone’s expression disappointed Odin. He entertained the idea that they would pale at the sight of him, not because he was there but because he was back from the dead. However, surprise was there, but it didn’t last long for his satisfaction. 

The reason why they were calmer than Odin thought was because this stunt wasn’t news anymore. 

Three months ago, Rachel, who had been “dead” for four years, materialized in front of them. Seeing her then was like seeing a ghost. That trick had been used, so it was not that enthralling anymore. It was always the first time that would snatch away the audience’s astonishment. 

When Odin appeared, the shock they felt died down right after it struck them. After all, if Rachel could come to life four years after jumping into the sea and dying right in front of many people, the same could happen to Odin. He had only been dead for a few months, not to mention the news of his death was from abroad. They didn’t personally see his corpse or other empirical evidence that could prove his death. 

“Ivan, long time no see. What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize me?” Odin stepped forward and stood before Ivan. He threw Wallace, who was behind him, a glance and his eyes darkened imperceptibly Ivan’s jaw tightened. He greeted him in between gritted teeth, “Mr. Sullivan.”

“We haven’t seen each other for so many years. You haven’t changed, I see.” 

With his hand tucked in his pocket, Odin added, “Your greeting is so stiff. You’re becoming more and more like my dear brother.” 

His remark rendered Ivan speechless. Without waiting for Ivan’s reply, Odin turned his head and looked at Wallace. With an arched brow, he asked, “Who is this?” 

Ivan was about to introduce Wallace when the latter extended his hand and initiated, “Mr. Sullivan, I’m Wallace Finch, the director of the technology department.” 

“Wallace Finch.” Odin called out his name thoughtfully, all while ignoring Wallace’s stretched hand.

Wallace’s hand hung in the air. His attempt for a handshake was disregarded and it was

enough to paint his face a pale shade of red. Ivan sent a side glance at Wallace. The latter reluctantly withdrew his hand and explained, “It’s normal that you don’t know me, Mr. Sullivan. I’ve just been in the Sullivan Group for about a month.” 

“Mr. Sullivan, your brother is not in the company. I’ll ask someone to clean your office now, but I ask for your patience. Please wait for a while,” Ivan said. 

“He isn’t in the company?” Odin had a pitiful look on his face. 

“I wanted to share some good news with him. It’s a pity that he’s not here.” A baffled expression swayed on Ivan’s face as Odin talked. 

With a smile, Odin said, “But it doesn’t matter. He should be in prison and will know soon anyway.” 

For the second time since Odin emerged, Ivan was stunned. But he was not alone in that state of confusion, so did everyone else. In prison? Did Odin know that Victor was taken away? But he just got here. How could he possibly know? Better yet, what was Odin’s motive for coming back at this time? 

In just a few seconds, Odin’s revelation spawned heaps of questions, and more inquiries were hatched as they looked at Odin. Inexplicably, they could all think of one thing: Odin’s retum was for something far beyond simple. 

“Mr. Sullivan, your brother must be happy that you’re back safe and sound. This is indeed good news!” Ivan was able to contain the shock that escaped him. When he spoke, he was calm. 

“After all, after you had an accident, he exchanged his rest for several days in worrying about you.” Odin narrowed his eyes and asked, “Really?” 

Ivan gave him the vaguest answer: silence. Yet his eyes seemed to be asking in return, “What do you think?”