Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"I won't let him find out," she said with a small nod.

Vince had finally witnessed Timothy's way of thinking firsthand today.

The man actually claimed that a true genius never needed to compete with anyone.

But Timothy didn't know that Jessica was the one financing the film. If he did, wouldn't he say the same thing again? With Jessica's resources, she didn't need this movie-she could have easily secured all the investment herself. Wouldn't it have been better for him if she'd just taken over the whole thing?

What a joke.

"Thank you," Jessica said again, her gratitude genuine.

Vince told her to send him Carlisle's contact details.

After they hung up, Jessica forwarded Carlisle's number to Vince, then messaged Carlisle herself to reassure him. She told him not to worry-a man named Vince would be reaching out soon.

Vince got in touch with Carlisle and, without wasting any time, left the office and headed to Carlisle's studio.

The moment he stepped inside, Vince was stunned.

The place was modest, almost barebones. Dozens of people worked there, and every single one of them was deaf and mute.

The entire studio was steeped in silence-the only sounds were the soft clicks of computer mice and keyboards.

Everyone was absorbed in their work.

make communication easier, Vince had brought along a sign language

but he greeted them

got straight

been sent by Jessica, explained the current

cover all the post-production marketing and distribution costs. Just make sure

Vince was the CEO of the Zimmerman Group, he

go

studio. He glanced back at the

soon as possible, I want a new workspace that can hold a hundred people. Hire two receptionists, two custodians, two HR staff, and an

with top-of-the

and set up the

his phone shut, unable to calm his thoughts for a

after several minutes that he finally

Bryant Group.

arrived at Yates's

already inside, reporting to

they just got back to us. They've found

make it to theaters,