A Film Queen

Chapter 103 Possessiveness.

When George’s attitude softened, Alan relaxed quite a bit during the second half of the dinner. He even enthusiastically produced a bottle of imported liquor, starting to praise himself.

“Mr. Tate, your visit today truly brings honour to our production team! This bottle was a gift from an actor in the past, and I’ve been saving it for a special occasion. Tonight, we’ll open it to welcome you.

“I hope Mr. Tate will keep me in mind for future projects. I have many good scripts waiting to be filmed.”

Without sponsorship and investment, even the best scripts were just a pile of wasted paper.

Alan seized the opportunity to curry favour with George, hoping this might secure investment for the next project.

Just as he was about to pour the liquor for George, he remembered George’s infamous cleanliness obsession and awkwardly stopped.

“Milly, why don’t you fill Mr. Tate’s glass?”

He didn’t want to risk angering George again after finally calming him down.

Since Milly had served George food earlier and he had eaten it without expression, pouring a drink should be fine too.

Milly’s eyes lit up. She eagerly took the bottle with both hands and agreed, “Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

She had been eyeing this bottle all evening, practically salivating over it. She thought she wouldn’t get to taste it tonight, so this sudden opportunity thrilled her.

In her past life, she was a lover of fine wines, often spending entire days enjoying good drinks alone in her

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She had been eyeing this bottle all night, drawn by its colour and aroma, and especially since she had never tasted this particular one, she was even more tempted.

Now, given the chance, she was overjoyed.

without expression, but when she moved to pour another glass for herself,

mid–air. His voice was cold and disapproving as he said,

Milly was speechless.

pouring

right, Milly, you’re

hard, and shot a fierce glare at the man blocking

she forced a painfully fake smile, sincerely addressing Alan,

Chapter 103 Possessiveness

my gratitude.”

an eyebrow. To

baring her teeth and looking ready to

had already poured herself a

full glass of wine in front of George. She smiled brightly and said, “Mr. Tate, this toast is for you. I appreciate you visiting the

Haha!

George chuckled softly.

toast him, the little hedgehog’s eyes remained fixed on

What a little ingrate!

take the wine glass. Her intense gaze suggested that

Such a cute

George’s eyes. Reluctantly, he picked up the wine glass and clinked it with. hers. His voice was low

had already tilted her

slid down her throat, and the rich

been so long since she had tasted such fine wine. Milly couldn’t find another word to describe it besides

the bottle to pour another glass, a hand

the

culprit showed no mercy, placing the

handle my liquor.

a cup of tea in front of her. His voice was gentle as he prompted,

some tea

resentful that he had taken herwine. When she turned her head away and opened her mouth, the sweet scent of