Butler Wang approached Lin Xuan and reported, "Secretary Jiang just called to say that the young miss has company matters to attend to today, so she won’t be returning to Night Garden for lunch."
After a pause, he added, "Young Master Lin, you can finally get some proper rest today."
"Mhm," Lin Xuan replied lazily, sinking deeper into the sofa.
He really did need the rest. These past few days, Hua had drained him dry. He needed to recover quickly—and find his car.
Just then, his phone rang.
It was Lei Hui calling.
"What’s up?" Lin Xuan asked lazily, popping a grape into his mouth.
He had to admit, the grapes were delicious.
Many of the ingredients at Night Garden were cultivated by the Su family’s dedicated teams across the country. These grapes had been freshly shipped in from the northwest earlier that morning.
Lei Hui reported, "Boss, at 2 PM today, Starlight Group is launching heroes and skins for their game King’s Glory—all monetized."
"After their massive marketing campaign, a lot of players are eager to buy these skins. Starlight Group is clearly expecting a huge profit from this game. Oh, and they’re even planning a celebratory banquet tonight."
Lei Hui sounded gleeful, practically salivating at the thought of Lin Chang’s reaction when the truth came out.
"Lin Chang’s putting so much effort into promoting it—he hasn’t disappointed me," Lin Xuan mused, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Since they’re about to make money, it’s time for me to make my move."
He would ensure Starlight Group didn’t earn a single cent from King’s Glory.
Lin Chang would be furious when he realized all the time and money he’d poured into promoting the game had only paved the way for Skyveil Group’s success.
"Boss," Lei Hui asked eagerly, rubbing his hands together, "anything you need me to do?"
Lin Xuan chuckled. "You don’t need to do a thing. Just sit back and enjoy the show."
"Got it," Lei Hui replied with a nod.
"Oh, and one more thing," Lin Xuan added. "One hour after their game crashes, we’ll launch King’s Legion—along with all its heroes and skins for sale."
"On it!"
Lei Hui perked up immediately.
Their game was identical to Starlight Group’s King’s Glory.
Once King’s Glory collapsed, players would flock to King’s Legion the moment they learned about it.
The boss was planning to feast on the corpse of King’s Glory.
But still…
"Boss," Lei Hui hesitated, "Starlight Group won’t take this lying down. They might pull something shady."
Lin Xuan scoffed. "What can they possibly do? At most, they’ll try to brainwash the public into thinking Skyveil Group copied their game. If they do, it’ll only give our game more publicity."
Lei Hui instantly understood.
Even though this was all part of their boss’s plan, Skyveil Group would play the victim—leaving Starlight Group fuming.
"I see, Boss," Lei Hui said with a knowing smile.
After ending the call, Lin Xuan opened Weibo to check the buzz around King’s Glory.
As expected, the game was receiving rave reviews.
Lin Xuan smirked.
Lin Chang must be thrilled with his so-called hit game.
Well, he’d make sure the Lin family learned what it meant to have their joy turn to despair.
---
Starlight Group Conference Room
Lin Chang stood before the board members, beaming.
"Thanks to our aggressive marketing over the past two weeks, King’s Glory has reached 120 million downloads, with half of those players keeping the game installed. Daily active users have now hit 10 million."
The room erupted in applause.
The board members nodded approvingly.
"Impressive! To achieve these numbers in just two weeks—and with the highest concurrent player count in the industry—is remarkable."
"This game will be a massive hit for our company. We’re looking at annual revenues exceeding 10 billion. Starlight Group could become the industry leader!"
"All thanks to the chairman’s vision."
"Chairman Lin is truly exceptional."
Lin Chang basked in their praise, his smile widening.
With King’s Glory, Starlight Group would reach unprecedented heights.
Lin Xuan’s dream of bankrupting them? A pipe dream.
"Quiet!" Lin Chang suddenly raised his voice.
The board members immediately fell silent, their expressions respectful.
Lin Chang flipped to the next slide in his presentation.
"This afternoon at 2 PM, we’ll officially launch hero skins for sale," he announced proudly.
"And skins are just the beginning. This game will generate profits beyond imagination."
Another round of thunderous applause filled the room.
"That concludes today’s meeting. Dismissed!" Lin Chang declared.
---
After the meeting, Lin Chang returned to his office, where Lin Qingwan was waiting.
"Everything ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "I’ve already arranged the trending topics. Here’s the list of hashtags—they’ll go live on schedule."
She handed him a document.
Lin Chang skimmed through it and nodded. "Proceed as planned. No issues. You may leave now."
Lin Qingwan hesitated, lingering by his desk.
"Father," she finally spoke, biting her lip, "have you seen Little Xuan recently?"
"I did, once," Lin Chang replied.
Lin Qingwan pressed further, "Did he say anything? Is he angry with us for taking his company’s game?"
"He didn’t say a word," Lin Chang answered.
Then, with a cold laugh, he added, "But I could tell he was putting on an act—pretending to be unbothered in front of me. He didn’t want us to see how devastated he really is."
How could anyone stay calm after their hard work was stolen, their game reduced to scrap while another company reaped the rewards?
Lin Chang was certain—Lin Xuan’s composure was nothing but a facade.
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