"I really like you,"
Claire Perkins was a bit stunned, "What?"
Arabella Vanderbilt approached her, and Claire was shocked by the strong presence emanating from her!
As she got closer, Claire could see more clearly the intimidating force bursting forth from Arabella's cool eyes, and she couldn't help but step back two steps.
However, Arabella stopped in her tracks, looking at her across the dim light, her clear voice slowly rising—
"How about becoming an artist under my wing?"
"What?"
This time she heard it clearly.
But Claire didn't understand what she meant.
Arabella just slightly curved her lips, pulling out a business card from her bag and handing it to Claire.
Claire instinctively took it.
"Follow me, and I will ensure you're not just a third-rate star."
Claire's hands, holding the business card, tightened slightly, and through the dim lighting, she could see the words on the business card.
"I don't have money to hire you."
