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Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 445
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Chapter 445

However, gamers did not buy into it.

Quite a good deal of them were disgusted by Rubik’s actions, and they sold their game accounts and

abandoned the game. The amount of monthly active users in this game’s servers had also dropped

from its original forty or so users-which was the most users they had-to

the ten users they had now.

Even then, this was still Rubik’s most profitable game.

Peter was worried that Rubik would do all the things they did again as they had managed to enjoy a

small victory with their play from before.

“Galeforce” was his life’s blood. He could not bear to suffer such a huge loss.

“The truth is, during the development of ‘Galeforce, a few of our designers were contacted by Rubik’s

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guys. They were willing to pay a high price to buy our concept, but the designers that I know have

rejected them. But there might be those that I don’t know about…”

After all “Galeforce was a PC-based RPG Rubik Corporation announced that they were going to

release a PC-based RPG too. It was too coincidental, so it would easily lead someone to think in that

direction.

“Since the promotional materials have already been prepared, then release it all tomorrow.” Kevan

said. “Have the marketing department work extra shifts today. Begin implementing the marketing

strategy tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Peter left with satisfaction.

After the office door closed, Kevan only leaned back into his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose

tiredly. He called his secretary through the internal telephone line. “Cancel any remaining work I have

for the day. I’m tired, and I will be going home lo rest.”

No one was clearer about his recent workload than his secretary, who had tried to persuade him

several times to rest. But he had ignored all of her pleas. Now that he was proactively requesting to go

home, the secretary was naturally more than happy to oblige with his request.

Kevan did not go home, but he went to the Winston Hotel to visit the production crew of “Time of

Childhood”. Microworks had a 50% investment in “Time of Childhood”. Alter production for this movie

was finished, it would be exclusively broadcasted on VisualBox, which was under Microworks. So, it

was justifiable for Kevan to visit the crew.

He called the producer beforehand and arranged to treat the whole crew to dinner in the hotel’s

restaurant

The production crew for “Time of Childhood” had around a hundred or so people, not to mention the

many artists attending. To prevent outsiders from disturbing them, Kevan simply booked the holet’s

entire bullet restaurant.

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His generous act was naturally reported to Larissa. However, as the person liaising with the hotel was

the producer, the staff only said that it was the “Time of Childhood” production crew who booked the

buffet restaurant without mentioning Kevan at all.

Larissa thought the production crew wanted to have some sort of activity, so she thought that she

should show support as the hotel’s general manager. Hence, she took some time off to go downstairs.

She specially brought two bottles of good wine in preparation to drink a glass or two with the creative

team as a way to thank them for their valuable patronage, but she did not expect to see Kevan at the

table. He was sitting between the producer and the director, and everyone treated him with the utmost

respect, constantly toasting him every now and then.

The actresses’ eyes were glued to him, and their faces were completely lushed, though whether it was

from the alcohol or from blushing. no one could tell.

Larissa’s heart felt like it was being choked by panic. She wanted to leave at once, but her assistant

manager, who was following behind her, had already called out, “Mr. Harl! Mr. Carler”