Chapter 923
*—Okay, now I believe she actually saved someone with a fork.*
*—Are people really this smart? I still don’t buy it.*
*—The older lady in the video literally said the pain stopped. Some of you are just bitter and hate pretty women.*
*—Still leaning toward a PR stunt. The first video didn’t make her famous enough, so here’s round two. Good grades are one thing, but smart people still want
Hollywood money.*
It was a fair point. The entertainment industry was incredibly lucrative. A person could study faithfully for twenty years and still not make what an actor pulled in a single day.
Who cared if she was a Cabinda University student?
Eventually, everyone had to bow down to capitalism.
Even the talent agent from the mall had stumbled across the trending video.
Mr. Crawford frantically searched for Claire’s contact info and managed to find her TikTok account.
Unfortunately, her profile was practically a ghost town.
He left a direct message: *Hi Claire, it’s Mr. Crawford, the talent agent from the mall. Have you thought about my offer?*
He followed up with a long paragraph detailing the endless perks of entering showbiz.
Terrified someone else would steal his golden goose, he kept his discovery quiet.
But he wasn’t the only shark circling the waters.
“Hey, Crawford, what do you think of this girl?”
“I pulled some strings and got her number. I’m calling her today.”
“With our agency’s benefits, the second she signs, I’ll make her an absolute star.”
Mr. Crawford cast a sideways glance at his colleague. “Raye, she looks like a straight-A student. I doubt she wants to be an entertainer.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Raye scoffed knowingly. “Sure, she’s a nerd, but eventually, she’s gotta get a job.”
“And where else can you make this kind of money for doing absolutely nothing?” “Trust me, dangle the right paycheck, and this little girl will fold immediately.”
Raye was dangerously well-connected. He had even dug up the dirt on Claire being a displaced heiress.
In his mind, a little financial manipulation was all it would take to lock her down.
“Right. Good luck with that,” Mr. Crawford replied neutrally. He knew Raye’s reputation.
Raye was arrogant, tyrannical, and utterly incompetent.
His current clients despised him.
The idea of him signing Claire was laughable.
“Don’t even think about stealing her from me,” Raye warned, glaring at him.
Mr. Crawford cursed him out in his head but plastered on a polite smile. “Who would dare cross you, Raye?”
Raye’s untouchable status at the agency came entirely from nepotism.
His cousin was married to the CEO, giving him royal status in the office.
If Raye wanted another agent’s talent, he simply took them.
The entire company was silently furious, but no one dared speak up. However, his reign wasn’t completely invincible.
Rumors were swirling that the CEO’s
son was stepping in soon, Winets
meant Raye’s brother-in-law
some of his absolute power.
Once the new boss took over, Raye wouldn’t be able to throw his weight around so easily.
“Claire, your video is blowing up!”
That night, as the girls lay in their beds scrolling through their phones, Skye spoke up.
She had stumbled upon the clip of Claire treating Mrs. Ingram’s pain with the fork.
Whoever filmed it had perfectly captured Claire’s intense, striking beauty.
The comment section was flooded
with updates, including one stating that Professor vates tad pubfroty praised her technique.
There was even a pinned comment from Felix.
*—I am the patient’s son in this video. If anyone knows how to
contact this girl please let me
My mother and I are incredibly grateful.
Replies beneath Felix’s comment praised his filial dedication.