Chapter 468 MagicSword Interactive
Villain Ch 468. MagicSword Interactive
Noah's comment had ignited a spark of curiosity in Liam and Darren. They turned their attention towards him, their expressions a mix of intrigue and anticipation. Darren couldn't help but voice the question that had been nagging at him. "Do you know that old man?" he asked, his curiosity practically tangible.
Noah and James swiftly concealed their smiles, replacing them with expressions of feigned innocence. Noah cleared his throat, ready to provide an explanation. "No. I said that because it's the first time I've ever seen Allen smile," he began, his tone measured. "I always thought he was the grumpy type." He paused, his gaze shifting to the mysterious figure beside Allen. "As for the old man, well, we don't know him."
It was a lie, of course. A well-crafted deception meant to throw Liam and Darren off the scent. Noah and James were well aware of the identity of the person accompanying Allen, but revealing the truth was not an option. Not with the stakes so high and secrets that ran deep.
Jordan Goldborne was a name known to the world as one of the most prominent billionaires in the gaming empire. His company had been responsible for creating some of the most successful gaming products in the industry's history, following a long string of other triumphs. For Noah, the connection ran even deeper, as his parents owned a gaming company of their own, albeit one that had yet to produce a game that achieved viral status and popularity, MagicSword Interactive. James, on the other hand, came from a family of investors with ties to Noah's gaming company.
So, everything they had said to Elio and the others was a lie.
Noah and James, in their own right, were deep in the throes of developing their latest and greatest gaming venture. A game conceived not just for entertainment, but with a far more ambitious goal in mind: to topple the mighty Goldborne Gaming empire, the creators of Hell's Gate.
In their quest to better understand the players' perspective, design a formidable villain, and gather invaluable feedback, they made a bold choice. They decided to infiltrate the very realm of their competition by becoming players themselves within the dominion of Hell's Gate. It was a risky move, but one that they deemed essential for their research and for crafting a game that would rival the juggernaut Golborne Company had created.
However, they weren't content with just gaming. Noah and James had another objective, one that involved some rather underhanded tactics. They were on a mission to unearth the secrets of the Golborne Company, to gain an edge in the cutthroat world of gaming industry espionage. They attempted to dig deep and use covert methods to infiltrate the inner workings of Hell's Gate, aiming to uncover the hidden gems that made Goldborne's gaming empire so successful.
But their efforts were met with unyielding resistance. The Golborne Company had long been vigilant, maintaining a watchful eye on their employees and screening them meticulously to ensure their loyalty and dedication. They were acutely aware of the threats posed by rival gaming companies and had established a fortress of rules and regulations, designed to protect their proprietary information and safeguard their empire.
Noah and James found themselves stymied at every turn. The Golborne Company's stringent measures made it nearly impossible for them to infiltrate and gain access to the coveted secrets they sought. Each attempt to breach the fortress was met with airtight security protocols and red flags, leaving them frustrated and thwarted in their pursuit.
Due to Noah's answer, Liam's disappointment hung in the air like a thick cloud, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"I see..." Liam muttered, the disappointment palpable in his voice. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the tabletop, lost in thought. He had hoped that Noah and James might hold the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding Sophia and Allen, but their secrecy left him with a sinking feeling.
James chimed in to alleviate some of the tension. "But if we happen to find out anything, you guys will be the first to know," he promised. He understood the weight of the situation and wanted to leave the door open for collaboration with Liam and Darren in the future.
Darren nodded in appreciation, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Thanks, James. We appreciate it."
"I think we should take a break from discussing this here," James suggested, deciding to stop their conversation, his tone matter-of-fact as he pushed his chair back and rose to his feet, Noah following suit.
Liam couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of uncertainty. He leaned forward, his brow furrowed, and posed the question that had been nagging at him. "Wait. Are we all good here?" he asked, a note of hesitation in his voice. He rose from his chair, a bit perplexed by the sudden shift in their conversation.
Noah met Liam's gaze with a reassuring smile. "Absolutely, Liam. We're solid," he affirmed, standing up as well.
Darren, a wave of relief washing over him, nodded in agreement. "Okay, then," he said, his voice reflecting a newfound sense of certainty.
James and Noah strolled side by side toward the café's exit, and their conversation began to shift, taking a more strategic turn.
Noah leaned in slightly, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, I've been thinking. Should we consider recruiting that Allen guy? I mean, the guy's got something special. He's the reigning champion of the international tournament, for crying out loud."
James furrowed his brow, considering Noah's proposition. It was a tempting idea, and Allen's impressive track record certainly made him a formidable player. "You might have a point," he conceded, his mind whirring with possibilities. "But before we make any moves, we should probably dig deeper and investigate him. There's got to be more to Allen than just winning a tournament two years ago. After all, Elio, Liam, and Darren achieved the same feat back then."
Noah nodded in agreement, recognizing the wisdom in James's words. "You're right," he admitted. "We can't afford to rush into things blindly. Mr. Jordan clearly sees potential in Allen, and there's probably a good reason for it. We need to figure out what makes him tick and whether he'd be a good fit for us."
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