"I'm not sure. This morning, a man claiming to be Mr. Theodore Anderson's special assistant wanted to take me to the filming site, but Francis intercepted us along the way. He brought me to the scriptwriter to discuss possible revisions and seemed genuinely interested in my input."

"Nothing else? They didn't pressure you into promising anything, did they?”

Ariana's concer wasn't unwarranted; Francis and his associates were notoriously cunning. She had to be cautious.

Tyler shook his head.

"No, we only talked about the script. Francis was acting odd.

He kept praising me, and it made me feel uncomfortable."

Ariana breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. At least they didn't try to manipulate you."

Tyler inquired, “Ariana, do you think Mr. Theodore Anderson had a hand in this? I can't imagine Francis changing his attitude so dramatically otherwise."

"I suppose so," Ariana answered vaguely. She scratched her ear, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I didn't actually mean to ask him for help."

"Why not?" Tyler asked, still puzzled.

"You're his wife. It's natural for him to help you. Besides, Mr. Anderson is willing to stand up for you because he cares about you."

He paused and smiled warmly.

"I was worried that you'd be treated unfairly, but now I'm not. It's clear that Mr. Anderson adores you and truly cares for you."

Ariana's thoughts began to drift as she listened to Tyler. Did Theodore really care for her?

After sharing information, Ariana instructed Tyler to return to his room to rest, while she slipped back to the top-floor presidential suite when no one was looking.

Upon entering the room, she was met with Theodore's mocking grin.

Ariana felt a twinge of guilt. Her kick to the wheelchair in the elevator might have been a bit excessive.

She quietly closed the door and approached Theodore. Glancing at his legs, she inquired, "Are you okay?" jo." Theodore stared at her without emotion.