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    Marc steadied himself, feigning anger, “Ms. Smith, bringing in an outsider for verification? Are you


    saying you don’t trust me? Then why did you hire me in the first ce?”


    With that, he mmed his hand on the desk and stood up, turning to leave.


    Inwardly, he was counting the seconds, expecting Isabe to call him back at any moment.


    As he walked away, Isabe suddenly said, “Mr. King.”


    Marc frowned and turned back to Isabe, “What? Ms. Smith, what are you talking about?”


    Isabe’s heart skipped a beat, but she managed to force a smile, “Marc, there’s no need to hide your


    identity anymore. I already know everything about you.”


    Marc’s heart sank.


    Did Isabe discover that he was a fraud?


    As he looked at Isabe’s twisted smile, he grew more convinced that she had seen through him.


    Growing fearful, Marc contemted the substantial amount of money he had received during this time.


    If Isabe decided to sue him, he could end up in jail.


    “Marc, just be honest with me,” Isabe urged, hinting wildly, “I know all about your identities.”


    Sweat broke out on Marc’s forehead.


    Overwhelmed by Isabe’s confident demeanor, his legs began to tremble.


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    In a shaky voice, he pleaded, “Ms. Smith, you… you can’t sue me. I never intended to deceive anyone.


    It was you who suddenly offered to hire me with an annual sry of four million dors. At most, I just


    went along with it. It


    wasn’t deliberate fraud.”


    Isabe was confused.


    “You… you’re not King?”


    “King?” Marc was stunned. “Who is King?”


    The next moment, he came to his senses and asked, “Who do you think you are? You mean that


    century’s most talented programmer? If I were him, would I be working in a smallpany?”


    “You…” Isabe, trembling and pointing at Marc, suddenly lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of


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    shock and disbelief.


    Marcl


    He wasn’t King at all!


    So what was all her scheming for the past six months?


    Thinking she was smart?


    A fool with more money than sense?


    “Ms. Smith, please don’t scare me. Why are you suddenly coughing up blood? Let me make it clear, I


    didn’t do anything. Your bleeding is your own issue, don’t try to pin it on me,” Marc said, a hint of panic


    in his voice.


    Isabe looked up at him, her mind almost breaking, “Marc! You’re not King, why didn’t you tell me


    sooner?”


    Marc was


    was stunned, “I didn’t know either. How could you possibly think I was King? Anyone with a bit of sense


    would never link me to King.”


    What did that mean?


    Was he implying that Isabe had no brains?


    Isabe clutched her chest, nearly spitting out another mouthful of blood.


    Seeing things were going south, Marc cautiously stepped back, “I didn’t even touch you, don’t try to


    frame me. I’ll… I’ll return half my sry to you, and we’ll act like this coboration never happened.”


    As he tried to slip away, Isabe rushed over and grabbed his clothes, gritting her teeth, “Marc, you’ve


    deceived me so badly, and you think you can just walk away?”


    Marc got irritated, “What else do you want? You were the ones who approached me for the contract.


    I’m being reasonable by offering half back.”


    Isabe sneered, “Don’t forget, Marc. In these six months, you’ve redirected nearly ten million dors


    from thepany. That’s enough tond you in jail for life!”


    Marc was dumbfounded, “Ms. Smith, you asked me to do it.”


    Isabe looked at him coldly, “Do you have any proof? You handled the money. I never even touched it.


    What makes you think you can pin this on me?”


    Marc became desperate, “But most of the money was transferred to you.”


    Isabeughed, “The ount you transferred to isn’t mine. Even if you im that, nobody can trace it


    back to me! Marc, you’re definitely carrying the me for this.”


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    Marc looked at Isabe’s crazed demeanor, feeling overwhelmed, “Then what do you want?”


    Isabe, with gritted teeth, said, “Storm Group’s phones are starting pre–sales now. They will officially


    launch in a week. I want you tounch that dating game ahead of schedule, within this week.”


    Marc was taken aback, “That dating game is almost ready, but I’m still clueless about the most crucial


    part, the Intelligent NPC.”


    “I don’t care if you have a clue or not. You either produce the game within five days, or I’ll send you to


    jail.”


    Isabe said sternly, fixing Marc with a fierce re. “The choice is yours.”


    Marc’s lips trembled slightly. Finally, with a hard resolve, he gritted his teeth and said, “Five days is


    tight… but I’ll


    try,”


    Isabe then smiled, patting Marc on the shoulder lightly, ‘Don’t be too nervous. Even if you can’t


    create a real intelligent NPC, just make something passable that can fool the average yer. I believe


    in you.”


    With that, Isabe left.


    Marc copsed onto the ground, overwhelmed.


    Five days…


    Even making something passable seemed impossible to him.


    Butpared to prison, he felt he had to give it his all.


    Five dayster, Marc presented the final product to Isabe.


    She opened the game, recalling her past life when she had yed it.


    Back then, due to her jealousy of Susan, she had only yed it briefly before discarding it.


    Despite not ying much herself, the game had been incredibly popr, and the discussions about it


    were inescapable. She had inadvertently picked up some of the storyline.


    The game featured four male leads, each with their unique personality and a dedicated fanbase.


    Influenced by their enthusiastic rmendations, Isabe, even without much personal experience,


    had a rough idea of the plot.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    So, this time, she took the initiative to copy the character settings and the main storyline from the game


    produced


    by Susan in her previous life.


    In essence, her game was aplete copy of Susan’s creation from her past life..


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    But now, it was a different time.


    Susan’s game was likely still the same.


    But she would release a simr game first.


    Then, when Susan released hers, it would look like Susan was the one copying.


    Isabe was curious to see how Susan would manage to maintain her reputation and profits with the


    label of a copycat hanging over her.


    With this thought in mind, Isabe eagerly started the game.


    She hadn’t yed much in her past life and didn’t intend to dive deep this time either.


    She briefly went through the storyline.


    Marc, watching by her side, was a bundle of nerves.


    He had no idea what an intelligent NPC should be like. His approach was simply to add more options to


    create the illusion ofplex branching paths.


    He was unsure if the game would pass muster.


    Isabe yed the game for a short while and showed a satisfied expression.


    The male leads‘ personalities and some specific plot points were exactly like those in her past life.


    If the game was a hit then, it could be a hit now too.


    Only this time, it would be Isabe, not Susan, who would be credited for its sess.


    “You did well,” Isabe said. “We’llunch the game tonight.”


    The game… passed just like that?


    Marc was slightly dazed, but he wouldn’t undermine his own work, so he quickly nodded in agreement.


    Isabe looked at the game and smiled subtly.


    Susan, this time, I’m curious to see how you’ll turn things around.


    The game you’ve made can’t be changed. If you insist on releasing it, you’ll bebeled as copying me.


    If you don’t release it, you’ll disappoint your audience.


    I


    I really want to see what you’ll choose!


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