Ariana felt to blame for all of it. If it weren't for her, Jasper wouldn't be making things difficult for them.

If Sarah had a different, more experienced agent, today would have gone very differently. The program team certainly wouldn't have bullied them so mercilessly.

Theodore's face flashed through her mind. She had no choice.

She didn't want to lose her self-esteem, but she really couldn't hold on any longer.

If she didn't ask for his help, Sarah's future might be ruined.

With her phone clenched tightly in her hand, Ariana dialed Theodore's number.

On the top floor of the office building of BRD Group, Theodore sat at his desk, listening intently to the report from Horace.

Since sending Adrian to the western area the week before, Theodore had a lot to deal with in person.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, his face expressionless.

“There's an impromptu meeting at three pm. Tomorrow's dinner party has been postponed..." said Horace with no pauses.

The phone vibrated on the desk. Theodore turned lazily and glanced at it. It was a call from Ariana.

He finally cracked a smile, albeit a cold one. It had been almost two weeks since he had heard from her. This woman finally called him.

Since leaving for Ivebridge, she hadn't texted or called. She had become so bold.

If he hadn't sent someone to keep an eye on her, he would have thought she'd run away.

Theodore pushed the phone away from him.

“Mr. Anderson, why don't you answer the phone?" Horace asked when he caught a glimpse of the caller ID.

Theodore snorted, “It's too late for her to call me now."

The phone continued to vibrate across the desk.

"You didn't contact Ms. Edwards either," Horace murmured, noncommittally.

Theodore shot Horace a warning glare, and Horace shut his mouth.