Kevan was pretty busy these days. After his miraculous "awakening" six years later and returning to Microworks to take control once more, he'd had a never-ending stream of documents and files to look at, as well as a never-ending stream of meetings to attend.Not to mention that the new game they had been preparing for in the last two years, "Galeforce", was about to go live—this was the biggest project this year, and he was required to follow up and monitor the progress of everything related to it. He no longer remembered how long it had been since he'd had a good night's sleep.When Dylan called, he was in his office, sipping on a double shot espresso that burned his throat as he listened to the executive producer of "Galeforce", Peter Jones, report on the work progress.Kevan raised his hand to ask Peter to pause before he answered the call."I asked an associate of mine in Winston Hotel, but no one knows what happened to Larissa." Dylan said, "But it probably isn't related to w
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 ploy 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 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 R
Everyone looked over—Kevan included. The moment his gaze landed on her, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. But soon, he calmly let out a faint smile.Larissa ignored his gesture of goodwill and quickly averted her gaze to the producer next to him."Hello, Mr. Hart!" She went over and held out her hand toward him.Zack Hart knew her. When the production crew of "Time of Childhood" first came to the hotel, Larissa had personally gone to meet with him. "Ms. Seymour, hi!" He stood up and shook her hand.Their joined hands just happened to be in front of Kevan's eyes. He pressed his lips together for a couple of seconds as he forced down his displeasure and raised an eyebrow before asking, "Ms. Seymour?"Zack quickly introduced her to him. "This is Ms. Seymour, the general manager of the Winston Hotel."Kevan rose up gracefully and intercepted Larissa's hand, his eyes slightly narrowed with a teasing hint in them. "Hello, Ms. Seymour."His ever-cold hand caused Larissa to shiver.
Larissa split up with her assistant manager at the elevator doors. Her assistant manager followed her instructions and went to the lobby on the first floor, while she returned to her office on the topmost floor.Aster was probably tired from playing because he had fallen asleep on the sofa. Her office did not have any blankets prepared. Afraid that he might catch a cold, Larissa woke him up by patting his cheek."Let's go home."She saved all her documents before shutting her computer down. Then, she went downstairs again while holding Aster's hand. She had called the driver beforehand, so when they left the hotel, the car was already parked at the main entrance.Larissa got into the car and was just about to shut the door when a hand shot out from nowhere and gripped the frame of the car firmly."Wait." Kevan used his other hand to pull open the door, letting out a faint, apologetic smile under Larissa's surprised stare. "I drank some alcohol and am unable to drive. If it's conve
Aster answered the call very quickly."Uncle Dylan!" he called out very sweetly.Kevan's heart was a little bitter. "Aster, it's me." His normally cool voice had a little warmth in it, which was rare. His fixed gaze on Aster's profile picture was gentle, like he could see the actual person through the picture."Ah!" Aster panicked for a moment before changing tack quickly. "Hi, Uncle Kevan!"The address of "Uncle Kevan" did not satisfy the man in question, but … he supposed that was as much as he could expect for now."Aster, could you please tell me in detail how you and your mom nearly got hit? For example, when and where?" Kevan patiently lured him to give him the answers that he wanted.Aster's memory was quite good. He was able to tell when and where at once. Kevan gave his own phone to Dylan, who understood what he wanted immediately and called the president of the corporation under which the mall was. A few minutes later, he hung up and gave Kevan the "okay" hand gesture.
"Don't panic." She calmed herself down and comforted the assistant instead. "This isn't your fault. I don't blame you. Go around and ask if anyone has seen Aster. I will call the security department. Bye."She walked toward the main entrance even as she called security.There were only two places where one could enter and exit the hotel—a main entrance, and an emergency back exit. Under normal circumstances, the back exit was not open.If Aster had really been kidnapped, the kidnapper had to go through either one of those doors with Aster. She got security to retrieve the surveillance footage from the floor that the restaurant was on before getting them to send people to guard both exits."The moment you have anything, call me immediately," she said.Larissa kept her eyes fixed on the main entrance. There were a lot of people moving in and out. She stared at every child that passed her by—but none of them were her Aster. Nothing came from security either.The feeling of unease La
The hotel's security happened to arrive at this moment. The sounds of chaotic footsteps could be heard at the door."Ms. Seymour!"A group of people rushed in."Take my son out first!" Larissa pointed at Aster, who was still curled up under the study table. A guard went over and picked him up at once, while the rest surrounded Larissa and helped her to pin down the woman beneath her.That woman resisted strongly, nearly shoving Larissa off and causing her to fall. It was thanks to the guards that Larissa did not crash onto the floor. Getting off the bed with that momentum, she pulled out her phone and called the police.Hearing her making a phone call, the woman screamed, "Don't call the police!"That voice …Even if it was largely different from how it usually sounded, Larissa could still keenly tell that it was—"Ruby Cole?"She moved over to the head of the bed and told one guard to take off the woman's cap. Ruby's face was exposed."It's really you!" Larissa should have k
Ruby's vehement kicks to his body were still fresh in her mind. Larissa kissed Aster's tears, asking him softly, "Does it hurt bad?"Aster shook his head minutely. She was not sure if he really was not in pain, or if he was only doing that to comfort her.When they got to the first floor, Larissa raced out of the hotel as fast as she could and hailed a cab. They went to the closest hospital, which was the military hospital. Aster was heavily bruised from Ruby's kicks, but the fortunate thing was that he did not suffer any grievous injuries.The doctor asked Larissa, "How did this happen?" His stare was filled with condemnation and suspicion. Larissa did not say much—for the truth was too complicated to explain in just a couple of sentences.When they left, the doctor said pointedly, "Child abuse—even if it's your own biological child, is illegal."Larissa halted for a moment, but she still made no arguments to defend herself.…The image of Larissa rushing out of the hotel with