A Film Queen

Chapter 136 Embracing the Grace of Saving Lives

Joy’s expression turned earnest as she remarked, “After he saved you, he didn’t try to capitalise on your fame or accomplishments. He just left quietly, not asking for anything in return. Isn’t that a sign of true allection?

Milly, doesn’t that touch you at all?”

Milly looked at her steadily, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Your imagination is quite vivid. You should consider scriptwriting. It’s a waste for you to just be an assistant.”

Joy laughed and settled beside her, still convinced of her perspective. “Milly, I truly think Mr. Tate cares about you.

George cares about me?

Milly had never really considered it, not seriously.

Her past experiences had taught her to be wary of men, their intentions often less than noble, and this included George.

If it had been Neal who had saved her, dealing with the obligation might have felt simpler. However, with George, matters are significantly complicated.

Milly was already tangled up with him due to a previous incident involving a bracelet, and now, this life- saving event further entwined their lives, igniting a mix of emotions.

As an assistant, Joy was adept at reading nuances in behaviour. Noticing Milly’s furrowed brow and the irritation in her eyes, she sensed there was more to Milly’s feelings.

With a gentle voice, Joy asked after pursing her lips, “Milly, does the thought of owing Mr. Tate bother you?”

That question resonated deeply with Milly.

She nodded slowly, her voice low. “Yes, I don’t like owing people favours.”

Milly’s eyebrows furrowed, her voice carrying a note of frustration. ‘Do you have any suggestions?”

favour at all, seeing as Mr.

did not share this

Mr. Tate, given his position, has seen all sorts of gifts, so traditional presents might not impress him much,” Joy suggested

express your gratitude. I’m sure

you.

looked sceptical. “Would that really

remember the twelve helicopters and the truckload of luxury goods Mr. Tate sent you? Clearly,

GM.

Embracing the

more. As for the debt of saving your life, you can look for

comes.”

in Joy’s words. “I’ll give it a

up with

Joy had noticed during George’s visits that he seemed to have a fondness for Milly, though Milly herself seemed unaware

good match and hoped for their happiness together, but she was resolved never to push Milly towards something she did not

phone call might bring them closer, even if she felt

the tense atmosphere of the conference hall, the normally unflappable department managers found

up to be

reports and polished presentations, every department

for something as minor as

room was filled with the rhythmic tapping of George’s fingers against the solid wooden table, a sound that echoed ominously

brief parting of his lips, he

and receding hairline stood up hesitantly. Clutching his report, he walked toward the projection screen with trembling steps and began, “Hello, everyone,

finish his introduction, George’s expression darkened, a palpable

are you from? If you can’t speak

seemed to get to the balding man, who stuttered more intensely, struggling to find his words,

frantically–what was he supposed to

moment, a sudden buzzing sound cut through the

drained of colour, they fumbled for their phones, each praying that the disruptive noise