My Dreamy Old Husband

Even though he was away, Michael still paid close attention to Sophia and her company.

He had to admit that Stanley’s game, Soul of Sniper, was a pretty fun game. Whenever he had free time after filming, he would play it. Pretty soon, he watched as the game expanded and its player base grew. The game ranked higher and higher on the charts, and the in-game experience improved. In fact, it was a miracle that such a ragtag team had made it.

The gaming company’s initial investment had been sizable; the powerful servers themselves were already a huge investment. However, their monthly profit was substantial since the game had taken off running, and it was bound to increase even more in the future. He had a feeling that this game would become a classic in gaming history.

However, Michael was unable to log into the game when he started it up a few days later. He wasn’t the only one; everyone around him wasn’t able to log in, so he quickly phoned up Stanley.

After he hung up the call, Michael took a look at the time. It was currently 8.00 PM, which was the game’s peak hour. However, such an incident would definitely have a great impact on the players’ enthusiasm for the game.

The company’s employees must be working overtime since the players were unable to enter the game. Michael wanted to call Sophia and ask about it, but he was also worried that he would end up bothering her while she worked. Hence, all he could do was to silently follow the news.

After a night’s worth of emergency repairs, the servers were finally back to normal. Players could log in again, but a lot of in-game data had been lost.

Michael noticed was that all of his account’s in-game currency had been lost. He had poured in a lot of money into the game

players had their accounts altered.

that his lost equipment had been put up for sale on the black

like an actual black market in real life. However,

games worth playing prior to Soul of Sniper’s arrival; all they had were a bunch of knockoffs

top it off, this game was created by an entrepreneurial team; it was said that the brains behind this game were university students too. This ruffled the feathers of several local developers in the industry, making them enemies. Now that Soul of Sniper had been dealt a bad blow, those industry players kept striking them while they were weak. Soon, scores of accounts—some actual, some paid—popped

day, more bad news surfaced; rumors and slander spread everywhere. For the new game made by a new team, it

would definitely not sabotage his own game; stealing his own player base’s equipment and brazenly selling them was practically suicide. If this was done by a competitor, their methods were crueler and more insidious than they had

he still appeared in the daily entertainment news sections. Those entertainment news outlets ran like clockwork;

article about famed esports players and livestreamers accusing Soul of Sniper of shady behind-the-scenes dealings. There would also be reports of supposedly famous people threatening to reveal the

heard sounds of someone sobbing from Harry’s room. He went over to take a look and saw that the door was ajar. Harry was in the middle of calling Sarah on video; she was sobbing hard on-screen, and her

wants us to have everything moved out in two days. We can’t possibly move everything on such a short notice! We don’t have the time either, especially not with what’s been going on! We’ve uncovered the culprit’s identity, but we haven’t been able to get into contact or find him. He broke the CCTVs, and he’s also the one who altered the data. We’ve already reported this to the police. However, it’s no use now; the players won’t believe us at all! We didn’t know that the jerk would sell our latest game to someone else after we poured so much effort into developing it, not to mention what