Of course, once you’re out of the reserves, you start guarding against your brother-in-law to prevent your wife from becoming a “brother-supporting demon.”

“Lucas, why are you out here? It’s chilly today, be careful not to catch a cold.”

Showing concern, with a sincere attitude.

Lucas Carter walked over to the bench, ignored Mark Bennett, and instead looked at the man in the jacket, a smile appearing on his face:

“Mr. Clark, are you still single?”

The man in the jacket was named David Clark, the oldest in this group back in the day. At that time, most people were still college students or had just graduated, but David Clark was already at the uncle stage, yet he remained single. So, he was always the target of everyone’s jokes about this.

David Clark shook his head, reached up to scratch his greasy, almost reflective hair, and replied, “Still a long way to go.”

Emily Carter took the comic from Mark Bennett’s hands.

Mark Bennett introduced it a bit eagerly from the side:

“This is the boss’s new work. Looks like it was drawn a few months ago.”

Emily Carter started flipping through the comic. It was very thin, and the story wasn’t long. If you didn’t take time to savor the artwork, you could finish it quickly.

After turning to the last page, Emily Carter put the comic down and pressed her lips together.

“What’s wrong? What about the boss’s comic?”

Lucas Carter took the comic from his sister, flipped through it for a while, and said in surprise:

“How could the boss draw something like this?”

Sitting on the bench, David Clark guessed:

“Maybe the boss is short on money.”

If he wasn’t short on money, with his personality, he wouldn’t draw this kind of light-flavored comic.

“The boss too, if he needed money, why didn’t he come to me?” Mark Bennett said from the side.

Lucas Carter glared at Mark Bennett and retorted:

“We all know you’ve made a few blockbuster animated movies in the past two years and earned a lot, but what’s the point of showing off here?”

“Show off? If the boss needed money, would I not help? If it weren’t for the boss helping me back then, I’d have gone back to my hometown long ago.”

“No matter how short on money the boss is, he’d never ask us for it.” David Clark said with emotion.

At that, Mark Bennett and Lucas Carter also fell silent. Yes, the boss is the boss. No matter how tough things get, he’d never reach out to people like them for help.

At this moment, a motorcycle pulled up and stopped beside them. The rider was a woman, and her tight motorcycle suit perfectly accentuated her figure.

The woman lifted her helmet visor, glanced at everyone present, and said calmly:

“You all got here pretty early.”

“Autumn...”

“Sis Qiu...”

Mark Bennett and the others were quite surprised, as they hadn’t expected her to show up today.

“Yeah, the boss sent me a message.”

Autumn took off her helmet, hung it on the handlebar, got off the bike, pulled out her phone, and read:

Following the prompt on her phone, she quickly found the house.

“Is the boss planning a get-together?”

Mark Bennett said as he prepared to enter the door code.

The studio had been disbanded for three years now, and after that, everyone basically hadn’t gathered again.

Mark Bennett joined an animation company, and with his talent and creativity, quickly became part of the management. The two animated films he personally supervised became big hits in the past two years, and both his income and status were now worlds apart from before.

Lucas Carter’s health wasn’t good. After the studio disbanded, he basically stayed at home and didn’t go out to work. As for Emily Carter, she became a designer at a clothing company.

David Clark worked at a gaming company, doing 996, enjoying the “blessings.”

As for Autumn, after leaving the studio, she volunteered in the mountains for two years and only returned at the beginning of the year.

“Maybe... maybe.” Lucas Carter said uncertainly, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the boss. I really miss him.”

The boss’s name was Eric Foster, a bit younger than David Clark, but since he was the one who brought everyone together to form the studio, he was the undisputed leader.

During the five years the studio operated, he put in the most effort. Even after the studio disbanded and everyone left for various reasons, he still stayed behind, guarding the studio alone.

Every so often, the boss would send them digital comics by email, even though these comics were basically impossible to publish or distribute.

Mark Bennett entered the code, the lock disengaged, and the door was pushed open.

Behind the door was the living room, but the walls were covered with dark wallpaper, giving a strong sense of oppression.

Plus, with the curtains tightly closed, even during the day, the room was pitch black.

“This is the boss’s home, right?”

Mark Bennett reached out and found the switch on the wall by the door, turning on the light.

The lights weren’t very bright; there were three of them above, each only giving off a faint, smoky yellow glow, but it was enough to fill the room.

“Hanging on the wall is...”

Lucas Carter squeezed past Mark Bennett and walked up to the wall, where a painting was hanging.

The painting was nearly two meters long and one meter wide, almost like a photograph, covered by a frame.