"Here's my card. If any of you change your minds, please give me a call!"
The three of them took the cards, and Mr. Crawford finally walked away, no longer shamelessly dogging their steps.
Once he was gone, Yolande let out a long breath.
"He's finally gone. If he had stayed any longer, I don't know if I could have resisted the temptation."
Yolande was a dance major.
She had genuinely considered entering the entertainment industry.
It was, after all, a shortcut.
With Patti's connections and the backing of the Churchill family, she wasn't worried about being pushed around in the business.
However, Patti's advice had been to bide her time and not rush into the limelight too early.
Her studies were still unfinished, so there was no need to hurry.
Patti had promised to pave the way for her, but on the condition that her mother, Tiffany, stayed completely out of it.
Yolande understood the pros and cons, so she had agreed.
She wasn't someone who needed to prove she could do it all alone. With her family's support and Patti's resources, why shouldn't she take the easy route?
As for that Mr. Crawford, despite his grandiose promises, if he really had what it took, he wouldn't still be a nobody after spending so much time in the industry.
Top-tier agents had celebrities begging to sign with them; they didn't act this desperate.
Claire and Yolande were completely on the same page.
Claire herself had zero intention of stepping into the spotlight. She simply looked over at Seb. "He wasn't wrong about one thing. With a face like that, Seb would definitely have a lot of girls swooning over him if he became a star."
Not just girls-he'd probably draw in a massive crowd of older, maternal fans too.
However, the teenage boy had no plans to debut.
"I think I'll just stick to my studies."
While Seb had no desire to compete with his older cousins, he certainly couldn't handle his mother's endless nagging.
Meanwhile, Mr. Crawford, who believed he had spotted three prime candidates, was bitterly frustrated that he couldn't sign them.
He fully expected those three to eventually come crawling back to him.
He refused to believe that anyone could resist the easy money of the entertainment industry!
Claire and her cousins didn't give the minor hiccup another thought, spending the rest of the day shopping and racking up a massive haul.
Claire had great stamina, but she truly wasn't built for retail therapy.
Yolande, on the other hand, was a force of nature. They shopped straight through the evening until the three of them finally found a
ee of
restaurant, planning to grab a nice dinner before heading home.
What they hadn't expected was to run into Owen inside.
More accurately, they spotted Owen dining with a beautiful woman. The three of
them stealthily slipped into the booth right next to his.
The two booths were separated by a row of leafy green plants, and since Owen was sitting with his back to
them he remained completely
oblivious to the presence of his younger cousins.
"Who's that sitting across from Owen?"
Yolande was bursting with curiosity.
As the youngest, Seb knew even less than his sisters about the family gossip.
Only Claire felt a glimmer of recognition when she got a good look at the woman's face.
"Do you remember the Churchill family banquet? Xavier Vance brought a date with him."
Yolande vaguely remembered Xavier.
Back when he and Owen used to be close, Xavier had been nice to her too, even buying her snacks.
But had he brought a date?
"Did Owen seriously steal someone's girl?"
Yolande gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
She had heard rumors before that Owen and Xavier had a falling out, and that it had been over a woman.
Hearing Claire bring it up now, could the rumors actually be true?
"Not quite This woman looks like
the one from the banquet, but the et
aren't the same person." Claire was sharp enough to spot the difference.
Yolande leaned over for a closer look, but she honestly couldn't tell.
Besides, who cared who Xavier's date at the banquet was? It had absolutely nothing to do with her.