Chapter 269

At the same time, inside the meeting room of Hilliard Group's gaming division. Two minutes ago. The air was icy cold. Conrad stood there in a tailored black suit, the gold-rimmed glasses unable to soften the chill in his dark eyes. Every inch of him exuded a suffocating aura. "This is the final plan you're giving me?" He tapped his fingers on the table, sharp and precise, before tossing the Othershore: Resonance promo proposal in the middle of the table. A row of lead game designers and senior programmers kept their heads down, hardly daring to breathe. Just then, his phone buzzed on the table. Everyone saw it-one second he was like a walking glacier, the next, the moment he glanced at the screen, that fierce aura just melted clean off. He picked up the phone, hit answer. Then they all heard something that left their jaws on the floor-their cold-as-ice boss suddenly spoke like he was talking into a warm cup of cocoa. "Hey, babe." Everyone froze. Then he continued, "Not busy. Just free