“Here's your phone, sir." Horace handed him his phone and continued, "Last week, Mrs. Anderson wanted to talk to you and asked where you were.”

“Why didn't you tell me that earlier?" Theodore snapped furiously, grabbing the phone in a hurry.

He checked his call log, and, as expected, there were several missed calls from her.

Horace pursed his lips, avoiding eye contact nervously. He didn't dare to say anything. It was indeed his mistake. At that time, he didn't reach out to Theodore because he was worried he wouldn't want to be disturbed. Horace regretted that decision now. He should have followed his intuition and told Theodore as soon as possible.

Theodore had become irritable. If he had known he would receive calls from her earlier, he would have brought his phone with him.

He swiped the screen and brought up his contact list. He was about to call Ariana back.

But Horace handed him a yellow envelope before he could.

"We received this today.

It's an urgent document that came from the same city."

Theodore begrudgingly put his phone down and took the envelope. It was very light and thin.

"Have you seen what's inside?"

Horace answered honestly, "I dare not, but it seems to be related to Mrs. Anderson."

Theodore briskly ripped open the envelope after Horace mentioned Ariana and emptied out the contents of the envelope.

There were two photographs with dates on the back. The dates indicated they were taken two days ago.

Theodore's brow furrowed. He studied the photos, and his face immediately darkened.

At the film and television center, Tyler was shooting the final scene.

As he completed his last line, he turned and left, hearing Francis’ voice through the intercom.

“Great, that take was good."

Tyler exhaled a sigh of relief and shed the emotions and expressions that weren't his own.

Holding a bottle of water, Francis approached Tyler, warmly placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him to the resting area.