Chapter 190: Set Phrases (Extra update from Beiming Yue’s reward)
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Zara Jameson was amused by Purple Summers’ thick-skinned antics, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
Jane McCain laughed too, but grumbled, “Yeah, yeah. Not only are you adorable, but you’re absolutely infuriating too! You downplayed the importance of a top-tier lawyer in front of Gavin Graves, and who knows, he might be thinking about how to get even with you now!”
Purple defended herself, “I didn’t belittle them. I just reminded them not to underestimate me.”
She glanced into the distance, and Gavin Graves was indeed still looking at her.
“Aren’t you afraid his girlfriend will get jealous?”
“That’s not his girlfriend.” Jane McCain snorted disdainfully. “She’s probably just a random companion he brought with him. Look at her alligator skin purse. It’s clearly made from the lowest grade of caiman crocodile leather. If she were his real girlfriend, she wouldn’t be carrying such a shoddy bag.”
She was still holding a grudge against the woman for her rude words to Purple earlier, so she didn’t hold back in her criticism.
Zara nodded in agreement, “That woman does seem rather vulgar.”
“Maybe Gavin Graves just asked your name because he’s interested in you,” Jane pondered. “I mean, he’s Gavin Graves! The only family in Huaya that could rival the Graves Family is the Howard Family, the leader of the four major families. Whoever catches his eye would practically be on top of the world!”
Zara wasn’t used to this kind of conversation, so she whispered, “What kind of power? Isn’t he just running an entertainment company? The way you talk about it, it sounds like he’s involved in the underworld.”
Jane covered her mouth and chuckled softly, “It’s not that different from the underworld, really. What’s an entertainment company? That’s just his cover. Gavin is actually a big shot in the underworld, with plenty of ways to make money.”
Zara didn’t believe her, “Are you trying to trick me? He looks quite refined and well-mannered, not like someone involved in fighting and killing.”
Purple didn’t believe her either, thinking that if there really was an underworld boss, it should be Alexander Summers. He was cold-blooded and violent, often going mad and totally illogical. At least Mr. Graves was reasonable and polite.
Jane rolled her eyes, feeling like she was dealing with two little bunnies, so naive and clueless.
At that moment, a man approached from a distance and came straight to Purple Summers, handing her a business card.
“Miss, your appearance and temperament are excellent. If you’re interested in acting or modeling, don’t hesitate to contact us.”
The card read “Thunderbolt Entertainment Group Limited.” The man was a senior manager at the company.
But how did a talent scout end up at a birthday banquet?
The three girls were quite surprised.
Purple instinctively looked into the distance and saw Gavin Graves, who raised his wine glass and nodded in her direction.
It seemed to be his idea.
Not wanting to refuse in front of everyone, Purple politely accepted the card with a smile.
Once the man left, Jane excitedly asked, “So he isn’t interested in you romantically. He wants to make you a big star! Are you going to do it? Are you?”
Due to her upbringing, Zara didn’t hold a high opinion of stars, so she advised, “Purple, think it over carefully. We’re still young, and our studies should be our top priority.”
“Don’t worry,” Purple laughed. “Singing and dancing aren’t really my thing.”
She tossed the card into her bag, forgetting about it as there were more important things for her to do.
A few days later, Dylan Summers formally visited the Jameson residence, and Purple had long forgotten about the events at the birthday party.
She took a leave of absence from school and went to the Jameson house with Aria Jackson.
Mrs. Jameson led them to the reception room.
The furniture and seating in the Jameson home were all elegant and antiquated. The reception room featured a four-panel redwood and glazed cherry blossom screen. Next to it was a table with a potted daffodil, its flowers gracefully arching.
Purple and Aria sat behind the screen, hidden from view but able to listen to every word spoken in the room.
As Aria fiddled with her recording device, Dylan Summers entered the room..