Chapter 1537 - 1524: Which Is More Important, the Game or Your Husband?

Confirmed that it was indeed Chloe Winston logging in, the whole team gathered around, including Substitute Player 23, who was playing on Constantine Stewart’s game account.

"Hello, Boss Lady, I’m Substitute Player 23." The tech guy from the Illusion World Game was excitedly greeting her and was rolling around in the tech group sharing screenshots.

"What, you met the Boss Lady while substituting?" Henry Lincoln instantly replied in the tech group, "Holy crap, they’re on their honeymoon?"

Could Mr. Stewart really be married? Henry almost choked on this gossip; after all, it’s Mr. Stewart, a scion of a prestigious family in Imperial City. Women lining up to marry him could stretch from Imperial City to France. I wonder who was so lucky to become Mrs. Stewart.

"Whoa, Little Wu, you should buy a lottery ticket with luck like this. We’ve never encountered anything like this while substituting." Substitute Players 1 to 22 chimed in, enviously and jokingly, their eyes turning red with jealousy.

Substitute Player 23 chuckled foolishly.

"Hurry and ask who the Boss Lady is. This is big news that could shock the whole of Imperial City."

"I bet it’s my goddess, Chloe Winston, because in the team, the Boss Lady’s friends call her little Chloe." Substitute Player 23 posted the screenshot, trembling. When they were leveling for the boss and boss lady, they naturally had contact with the other four in the team. Among them, Desmond Wood had an air of "rich bum," and everyone gradually knew that besides this young couple picked up by the roadside, the other two were real-life friends of Mr. and Mrs. Stewart.

"o(╥﹏╥)o..." The single tech guys in the group all posted crying faces, it’s really Chloe Winston.

A few days ago, some netizens encountered Mr. Stewart and Chloe Winston on the banks of the Seine River in Paris and captured them dining together in a beautifully private restaurant. The rumors instantly hit the trending list. Strangely, Chloe’s studio didn’t issue a clarification.

Some netizens even claimed to have seen the pair walking hand in hand, like a young couple, in a small town in France. As a result, their relationship was almost confirmed, although no one guessed they were married since entering the gates of high society nowadays isn’t easy, let alone the Stewart household.

Henry looked at his subordinates, who were all sobbing in the group, took a heavy drag on his cigarette, and excitedly said, "Why cry? The boss’s marriage is good news, think of the wedding bonus? Guys, this is like getting two year-end bonuses."

Mr. and Mrs. Stewart are now playing the game they developed, is it possible their wedding bonus wouldn’t be generous to them?

Henry’s words finally provided some consolation to the single dogs.

"Although the goddess is married, if I can get tens of thousands in the year-end bonus, I’ll still be comforted."

"Get lost, your bonus seems to be only a hundred thousand at most." The others laughed and joked again.

"Little Wu, hurry and ask Mrs. Stewart, have they gotten married in the game? As long as Mr. Stewart follows our game, your year-end bonuses will hit seven figures!!!" Henry excitedly rubbed his hands and said.

Substitute Player 23 quickly spammed "Boss Lady, did you and the boss get married in the game?" in the team channel ten times.

Chloe was taken aback, checked her title, and found that their couple title was indeed gone. So, in reality, they were married, but not yet in the game?

"Wow, hurry and get married, then go clear the couple title dungeon." Violet Smith quickly typed and said.

"Why get married? I’ve already married the bastard in real life, in the game I should find a young hottie." Desmond Wood said indignantly.

Substitute Player 23 quickly took a screenshot, and soon, Desmond’s screenshot was sent over to Constantine Stewart.

The man was in a meeting when he heard the notification sound from his phone, glanced down slightly, and with a slight warm smile on his extremely handsome face, he clicked open the screenshot on his phone.

This year’s shareholder meeting was probably the most pleasant one in all these years. The shareholders noticed obviously that Mr. Stewart was in an exceptionally good mood this year, especially compared to last year, which was like being in heaven and in Hell.

In previous years, Mr. Stewart wouldn’t lose his temper, but that icy gaze landing on you felt like being scraped with a knife, and after the year-end conference, everyone had to lay at home for three days to recover.

The two uncles of Constantine Stewart felt this most profoundly; over these years, they walked on thin ice, fearing their nephew’s bad mood would get them kicked out of the group. Today’s Stewart is a completely different entity from what was left by their fathers.

This year, not only did the nephew go to the Stewart ancestral home, but during the shareholder meeting, they even had a seat, and Mr. Stewart’s two uncles were both shocked and alarmed, unable to sleep for several nights until they realized it wasn’t going to get violent. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a hidden joy and a sense that life might become livable again.

Constantine Stewart looked at the screenshot sent by Henry, slightly raising an eyebrow, so his Mrs. Stewart was now busy playing games instead of arranging wedding matters? And Desmond, that damn brat, trying to dig up his corner?

Heh, his walls were all fortified with copper and iron, could Desmond really dig them up?

Mr. Stewart thought about registering the marriage in the game with Chloe Winston tonight once he got home, then starting to prepare for the real-life wedding.

Fortunately, things in Paris could come to an end, and Constantine Stewart planned to take Chloe back to the Imperial City within the next two days.

Back in the Imperial City, the Howard Family and the Shaw Family were asking daily when they would return, estimating how many grand plans they had saved up to serve the couple upon their return.

Constantine Stewart set his phone aside and concentrated on finishing the meeting.

When he returned to the hotel, Chloe was still gaming, with the house deed, asset list, and numerous jewelry booklets casually set aside. Listening to Desmond’s excited commands on YY, Constantine couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He walked over and embraced Chloe from behind, kissed her cheek, and with his long, fair hand covering her small hand, he kissed deeply, causing Chloe’s game character to freeze.

"Holy crap, Cute one, why aren’t you moving?" In the game, Desmond, constantly covered by his in-game alias to prevent people from knowing "Your Papa" was this popular music prince, even called out the game name of Chloe.

"Cute one, you’re going to die, you’ve been poisoned by the boss."

"Holy crap, the team is wiped out, the team is wiped out, this dungeon is over. Cute one, what the hell are you doing?"

The team was wailing ghostly cries, while the system prompted a mission failure soon after.

Chloe listened to her teammates sounding like they were about to bang their heads on the tables, pushed Constantine, but he only kissed her deeper, resulting in this dungeon’s wipe being caused by Mr. Stewart’s deep kiss.

"What are you doing? We’re doing a dungeon here. They’re going to scold me to death." Chloe’s face was flushed red from the kiss, her eyes misty, softly mumbling a complaint.

"Which is more important, the game or your husband, hmm?" Constantine Stewart, with deep-set eyes, held the softly tender girl in his arms, squinting dangerously at her.