Yeongbin was in a good mood that day.

Things had gone smoothly at work.

"You’re still serious about making games?"

The director of Raywill Games, who had worked with him for over ten years, laughed heartily.

No one had imagined he’d still be so passionate about it after all this time.

"Actually, there’s a new project in the company. It looks like they’re planning to set up an independent development studio under our umbrella—as an investment model."

"…Why?"

"What do you mean, ‘why’? The president ordered it. And also…"

"And also?"

"There’s a partner company involved."

A partner company?

Was the company really so serious about gaming that they needed a partner?

No way.

Something didn’t sit right, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on.

They decided to discuss it in more detail later, and Yeongbin nodded. It wasn’t bad news, after all.

In any case, Yeongbin fit the profile they needed perfectly.

He had never failed a project, had extensive experience, and was highly respected within the company.

"It’s rare for someone to stay this sharp and young at his age."

The director patted Yeongbin’s shoulder, but not without playfully smacking him for questioning orders earlier.

"Stop overthinking things."

With work going so well lately, Yeongbin was feeling great as he returned home.

“Seoyeon’s home!”

Seeing her shoes at the entrance made him smile.

His busy daughter was usually out filming, often returning home much later than him.

Didn’t she mention having some free time after wrapping up her shoot in Japan?

"My little head-butting dinosaur, are you gaming again?!"

He knocked twice on her door before opening it.@@novelbin@@

The last time he hadn’t knocked, her Finger Strike of the Underworld nearly sent him to the hospital.

“…She’s not here?”

The house was unusually quiet.

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