One thirty: New mission

The room was silent.

Ivan shared a glance at Alfred who also looked at him. Judging from the look on his face, Alfred was comfortable with the idea.

A question crossed Ivan's mind and he just had to ask it because leaving the question for himself alone, he might never get the answer. "I'm a little curious though... Okay not a little but a lot, I'm really curious. Why has Mr Andrews made any attempt to get to me? I was on my way to his house one year ago when I had an accident and ended up in a coma."

Alfred's face scrunched into a confused look as he relaxed into his seat. For a second, different ideas crossed his mind but neither of them seemed to be making any sense. He sat back up and locked his fingers together as his brows furrowed.

Why didn't he reach out for real? Was he possibly the cause of Ivan's accident? What was his real agenda all these while he made Ivan work for him? Did he probably already know about his true identity? If he already knew, then why would he still ta