A wry smile appeared on Max’s lips, knowing that Grim Reaper recognized his identity. He didn’t know whether to be happy or not because so many years had passed, and this man still remembered him.

After calming his surprise, Max couldn’t help but scold himself for worrying too much. Grim Reaper would never harm him if he didn’t break their agreement.

’Alright! Calm down, man. If this man wanted to hurt you, he would have done it a long time ago.’ Max tried several times to convince himself.

"Sure, GR! I know about the RDF Group..." Max smiled when he saw Gael’s expression, which wasn’t very expressive.

Stefan remained calm andposed after hearing Max’s words. He stared at him for a few more seconds before a half-smile slowly formed on the corner of his lips.

"Man, earlier, why did you look shocked? Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you?" Stefan asked.

Max chuckled, but he didn’t answer the question. Instead, he asked what he needed to know about the game they would y.

"So, you are the one who created this game?" Max was impressed with Grim Reaper’s abilities. He was a hacker but also created a top game in the industry. Even he couldn’t do that. At Sinir Group, he was not involved with the gaming division.

"Well, I won’t im that I created it, although all the ideas and programming for the game came from me," Stefan answered casually. "But many people helped me take this game to where it is today. Without my team, my idea and programming would never havee to life."

’Did this man just sarcastically answer my question?’ Max was speechless, seeing how confident he was.

Silently venting his frustration in his mind before he said, "I see, you’re so talented, man—"

"Yeah, I know!" Stefan said.

Max, "..."

While Max and Stefan were talking, Dax was confused when he saw them suddenly chatting casually as if they were old friends meeting for the first time in a long time.

Unable to hold his curiosity, Dax finally asked, "Uncle Max, Uncle Gael, do you know each other? Are you friends?"

Stefan turned his gaze to Dax. He felt amused when he saw his round blue eyes sh with curiosity. "I know him, but we are not friends. We just encountered each other at work once. Right, Max?" he said before turning to Max.

"Y-Yeah, that’s right; we’re not friends—" Max stammered, surprised to hear Grim Reaper’s answer; it sounded straightforward. Of course, they weren’t friends; they were enemies.

Stefan said nothing else. He focused again on hisputer monitor, and his hand started dancing across the keyboard.

After a few minutes, Stefan’s hands slowly stopped moving as he turned to them, "Alright, let’s start ying; you guys can continue chattingter. Quick, ept my invitation. We can start now."

They both immediately confirmed the invitation from One, the number one yer on the global server. Their expressions, seeing that name, remained the same, unreal.

While Dax and Max were amazed and happy to y with these top yers, Stefan was busy observing how Dax yed.

Stefan was amazed when he saw how fast Dax’s tiny arms and fingers danced across the standard keyboard. This boy’s hand and eye coordination are remarkable; he easily top Max’s speed and skill.

’Damn! This little man, what a talent!’ Stefan praised Dax silently. He was happy that his sister’s son was a genius boy. Now, Stefan has set his mind. He will offer Dax the opportunity to be his padawan.

...

Be entered theputer room when Stefan, Max, and Dax were fully immersed in their game and seemed utterly unaware of her presence.

She was speechless when she saw the grown-ups, Stefan and Max, ying so seriously. However, Stefan still had the energy and attention to scold Max if he was making a silly mistake.

She heard Stefan call Max "stupid noobs" a few times, which caused her son tough.

Seeing how serious and fun they were right now, Be didn’t have the heart to disturb them in the middle of the game. She waited a few more minutes, but they were not yet finished.

Even though she wanted to let them y, she couldn’t let Tristan and Sean be alone. She could imagine they might destroy the living room if they were left alone any longer.

Sigh deeply, Be decided to approach them. She gently ced her hand on her son’s shoulder, "Dax..."

Only then did everyone notice her, leading them to stop ying abruptly.

"Mommy?" Dax was the first to react, seeing Be already standing behind him.

"I’m sorry for stopping you from ying, baby..." A guilty smile framed her face before she exined to Dax that Sean wasing to see him.

Hearing Sean’s name, Dax instantly exited the game and stood up from the chair with an enthusiastic expression.

"Really, Mom? Where is Uncle Sean? Let’s meet him..." Dax’s little hand immediately grabbed Be’s hand. He couldn’t waste more time, afraid his uncle would leave before meeting him.

"In the living room. Your uncle is chatting with Daddy..." Be faintly smiled, seeing Dax’s eyes beam. She left the room with Dax, leaving Stefan to continue talking with Max.

When Be arrived in the living room, she saw Tristan and Sean looking at each other with icy gazes, arms crossed over their chests.

She could see how tense their expressions were now, as if they were fighting through their gazes.

Be felt a sense of déjà vu as she gazed upon the same scene she had witnessed earlier.

A relieved sigh escaped her lips. Although there was tension between them, they hadn’t harmed each other in her absence, which was a positive sign.

Her adorable son chimed in before Be could give them a sign of her presence.

"Uncle Sean, I’m so happy to see you..." He shouted, breaking the silence and shocking Tristan and Sean.

Their expressions immediately changed. There was no longer any tension in their gaze, reced with warm smiles that framed their surprised faces.