A Love Rekindled

Chapter 79

Bruce lazily wiped his mouth. "Ms. Fisher, you're too kind. After last night's party, everyone in the industry knows that Stack is fancying a new software engineer called Nancy.

"And as a mere investor, I wouldn't dare to give you any orders." His tone was calm, yet he was mocking me with every word.

I politely smiled. "Thank you. However, none of them provide investments like you do. Don't worry. Roeval Group will always be our benefactor." I also knew how to exchange formalities.

Bruce didn't seem to expect that I could respond to him. With a snort. he replied, “However, you're all talk.” "What do you mean?” “You know what I'm talking about." Bruce said, his dark eyes carrying a questioning look.

So, I decided to go straight to the paint and seriously said, "We never thought of brushing you and Ms. Lane off. However, it's not appropriate to simply change the character image and profile.”

Bruce looked up and answered, "So, it's suitable for you to change the image of the finance major male protagonist?” I had nothing to say about that.

Indeed, I had created the character with personal grudges. However, I wouldn't tell him that.

Plus, this wasn't a problem to deal with considering how far we were with the game development.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Caroline also seemed to notice Bruce's displeasure and explained, “You're such a big-hearted person. I'm sure you don't think that we created the character based on you. right?"

Bruce stared at me and replied. "Ms. Fisher, you seem to not like this character."

Alarm bells rang in my heart. "Do... 1?"

"The protagonist is still unwilling to give up even though it has been years. Do you think you'll do the same?"

Once again, I was caught off guard.

The answer was glaringly obvious from Bruce's perspective, and I couldn't help but feel that Bruce was just settling the score with me. Then, Bruce continued to attack me and said, "This setting is way too unrealistic. Nobody would wait for a person for so long.”

He was making it quite serious.

Cindy only wanted to change the game's image. but Bruce thought that the character was too far-fetched

His opinion fitted his usual indifferent demeanor.

So, I patiently explained, "It's precisely because it doesn't exisiin reality: ‘That's why we need to satisfy theusers’ fantasies in the game."

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"Hah! Fantasies. You sure know what the users want.” Bruce mockingly repeated the words.

After seeing the disdain in his eyes, I didn't know what to say.

Meanwhile, Caroline chimed in to ease the tension, saying. “Did you hear that? He's acknowledging our abilities.” I admired Caroline's ability to be able to lie through her teeth.

However, Bruce continued to stare at me. "I really do feel inferior by how much effort you put into the project.”

He didn't seem to be saying that Caroline was wrong.

Cindy alsq-seemed to have noticed

this as well, and her face turned pale and she muttered, "lim sorry, Me Harole: ‘and Ms. Lane. I didn't think it threagh when I brought up the preposal. I was being unnecessary.

She bit hertips after saying that, as.if she was 5 Suppressing her emotions. And it also seemed like tears would roll down her cheeks in the next second. -

Bruce also saw this and softened his tone, saying. “You're already doing great. As you mentioned, the characters’ images are indeed unpolished.” Caroline and I froze upon hearing this.

Suddenly, I had a bad feeling.

In the next moment, I heard Bruce say, "Redefine all the drawings for the protagonists and bring in a well-known illustrator to take charge." "This..." I suddenly didn't know what to say.

We had never doubted Anika’s drawings. However, her efforts went down the drain just from a few words from Bruce.

"How about Camille? Haven't you always liked his drawings?” Bruce interrupted me and dotingly asked Cindy.

Joy flashed across Cindy's gloomy face. "I do. But it must be difficult to hire him, right?"

My heart skipped a beat.

Camille was a renowned genius among game illustrators and could hardly be seen. He wasn't someone we could easily reach out to.

Plus, nobody had ever seen how he looked before. so I didn't even know where to start looking for him

Then, I heard Bruce ask, "Ms. Fisher, it's not a problem, right?”