A Film Queen

Chapter 76 Get Me the Green One

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The teen, who moments ago had boasted about his fighting prowess, rose compliantly, following the girl upstairs. Despite this, he continued to extol his own virtues. “Hey, Milly, wasn’t I something just now? Let me tell you, I’ve got Taekwondo skills–I’m at the fourth level!”

“Yeah, impressive stuff, Anthony,” Milly replied casually, her tone acknowledging.

“Absolutely, let me tell you, if it wasn’t for me, Mr. Jonathan would have been a mess. I would’ve laid into him until he looked like a wreck, punch after punch!” Anthony boasted, his tone swelling with pride.

There was no need to see Anthony’s face. He must be smug about himself.

Jonathan, overhearing this, let out a derisive snort, feeling a twinge of embarrassment on Anthony’s behalf. The idea of Anthony landing punch after punch was laughable, especially boasting about being a fourth–level Taekwondo practitioner–utterly shameless!

The more Jonathan ruminated, the more his irritation grew, his fist clenching tightly on the sofa. Suddenly, a tingling sensation shot through his palm, drawing his attention.

Opening his hand, he noticed a bloodstain, likely from scraping it during the earlier scuffle with Anthony. His gaze flicked involuntarily toward the stairs, where two figures had already vanished.

Beside him, Stephanie lounged comfortably, enjoying fruit peeled by a servant, her attention fixed on the TV. Sensing his gaze, she looked over in confusion. “What’s up, Jonathan?” she inquired.

Jonathan pursed his lips, displaying his bloodied hand. “Nothing,” he muttered dismissively.

It iss nothing, really–a minor wound hardly worth fussing over. Nobody should adopt Anthony’s dramatic flair. After all, a scratch was just a scratch.

Hmph!

Stephanie noticed his mood, blinked, and upon seeing that he seemed fine, swiftly commented, “Jonathan, that outfit you rocked on the TV show was killer, like it was tailored just for you. Fans are raving–you totally overshadowed Oliver!”

“Is that right?” Jonathan glanced indifferently at the TV screen. A character he once revered now felt lackluster, weighing on his heart with a disquieting heaviness.

Jonathan lingered outside Milly’s door, hesitating for a prolonged moment before rapping lightly.

Had he lost his bearings earlier? Jordan had instructed the staff to summon them for dinner, so why had he rushed up here? What was he doing? What if his actions were misconstrued by his shrewd new stepsister? Would Stephanie be displeased…?

Milly’s door stood slightly ajar, and through the crack, he caught snippets of their exchange.

so

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“Fine, don’t wear it

put it on. Let’s go with

green one.”

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the green, cat–patterned band–aid on his hand, expressing disdain. “This band–aid totally

cotton swabs and alcohol, rolling

college kid. There’s

it dry for a few days. If you need to

“Got it.” Anthony nodded.

and suggested, “Let’s go, dinner’s almost ready. Time to head

Anthony promptly slumped onto the table, groaning, “I don’t wanna go down. My hand still stings a bit–it’s too painful. I can’t face dinner

thought of heading downstairs and facing that buffoon Jonathan

descended to confront him, but now, with his sister’s band–aid protecting his hand, he couldn’t risk it getting rubbed

to decipher Anthony’s inner turmoil, heard his pained cry and assumed his distress was

It’ll soothe the pain,” she offered, drawing from the comforting methods of their orphanage days, when Grandma would console

after Grandma’s ministrations, only a growing sense of case. So, it

his casual outburst. His eyes lit up

on the

about to nod, he paused. “Well, uh, I

on

improved, but still…

lightly tapped the unaffected area. “No taking advantage. Get up and

“Okay.”

care, grinned as he opened the door. However, his expression darkened upon seeing

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76 Get Me the Green

by Anthony’s swift