At that moment, Horace sent another message.

"I discovered that Jayson is heavily in debt, and his properties and vehicles are being sold at a discount."

With a general understanding of the situation, Ariana tracked down all the web dramas Jayson had directed.

She spent an entire day watching them.

The following day, Ariana called Horace once more and said, "I need to ask Jayson something, but I can't seem to reach him. Do you have any other ways to contact him?"

Horace seemed puzzled.

"Why are you so insistent on connecting with this individual, Mrs. Anderson? If you're looking for a good project for Tyler, I can help you get in touch with some talented up-and-coming directors."

Although Horace could even call upon internationally renowned directors affiliated with the BRD Group to assist Ariana, he hesitated to mention this option. Such an excellent opportunity to impress Ariana was reserved for his boss.

He added, "If you truly value that script, I can ask the company to purchase it.

Jayson is in need of money right now, so he might be willing to sell it."

Ariana declined, "It's not what you think. I was initially just intrigued by the script.

However, after closely examining Jayson's work last night, my curiosity about him grew.

"His work is genuinely fascinating.” Horace sincerely complimented Jayson as well.

While investigating Jayson the previous day, he had briefly skimmed through his work.

It was clear that Jayson was incredibly inventive and possessed a unique, indefinable quality in his filmmaking.

“That's why I want to speak with Jayson face to face. I won't know what's happening until 1 meet him. As for any potential collaboration, we can discuss that after our conversation." After a brief pause, Ariana continued, "If I truly decide to produce this movie, I'd still prefer Jayson as the director. There may be countless exceptional directors, but only the creator of this work can accurately convey the teal story and essence behind it. It's akin to raising a child."

"T understand. If you want to meet with him, I know a place where you might find him."

The private hospital of the city was bustling with people early in the morning, with the in-patient department's corridors almost too crowded to navigate.

Amidst the commotion, a trolley chimed its way out of the elevator, propelled by a nurse in a blue uniform, sporting an indifferent expression. The trolley was brimming with medicine and injection needles, headed toward the third ward of the corridor.

The door opened, and a woman's high-pitched scream assaulted the nurse's ears.