Theodore's presence was intimidating, like a looming thunderstorm, and Tyler had no intention of attracting lightning. Theodore had the power to make or break him, and Tyler's career was on the line. He couldn't afford to offend the man for now.

Tyler swallowed hard and asked with the utmost respect, "Okay, Mr. Anderson, then what should I address her?"

Theodore's lips curled into a smile as he glanced at Ariana. At that moment, he looked more like a predator toying with its prey. Finally, Theodore spoke, his tone firm and unwavering.

"Call her Ms. Edwards."

Ariana's blood boiled as she heard the words "Ms. Edwards" uttered from Theodore's mouth.

It felt like a deliberate attempt to anger her. How dare he? She couldn't help but feel the urge to hurl something heavy at him.

However, as a mere staff member, Ariana knew better than to openly defy the CEO.

She could only glare at him, seething with silent rage.

Theodore seemed unfazed by Ariana's buming gaze, instead turning his attention to

Tyler.

The young man was left with no choice but to address Ariana as "Ms. Edwards".

Ariana was at a loss for words. She reluctantly conceded, silently praying that Theodore would be satisfied and leave them alone.

With a final snort of satisfaction, Theodore spun his wheelchair around and left.

The towering headquarters of the Anderson Group stood proudly adjacent to the SJ Entertainment building, connected by a magnificent Skywalk that offered a breathtaking view of the city below.

As they crossed the glass path, Horace tentatively broached a sensitive topic.

"Boss, do you think we should transfer Tyler to another agent and pair Mrs. Anderson with a more promising female artist?"

Theodore snorted, seemingly unbothered by Tyler's existence in Ariana's life.

"No need," he replied nonchalantly, his demeanor suggesting that he didn't take Tyler seriously.

"Let Ariana train whomever she pleases. Besides, he's just a kid. Don't worry.

Horace hesitated, but ultimately held his tongue.