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?”

had half a mind to suggest that there was no need to repay the favour at all, seeing as Mr.

share this view,

given his position, has seen all sorts of gifts, so

call Mr. Tate to express your gratitude. I’m sure he would appreciate a

you.

sceptical. “Would that really be

think about it–aside from the life–saving incident, remember the twelve helicopters and

GM.

Embracing the Grace of

could mean a lot more. As for the

comes.”

considered this, finding logic in Joy’s words. “I’ll give

eyes lit up with

visits that he seemed to have a fondness

happiness together, but she was

them closer, even if

conference hall, the normally unflappable department managers found themselves on edge, discreetly

be the most daunting they had ever

every department had faced the

for something

the rhythmic tapping of George’s fingers against the solid wooden table, a sound that echoed

brief parting of his lips, he issued a curt command,

word, a middle–aged man with a noticeable beer belly and receding hairline stood up hesitantly. Clutching his report, he walked

introduction, George’s expression darkened, a palpable

are you from? If you can’t speak clearly, why

the balding man, who stuttered more intensely, struggling to find his words, “I–I am…

was he

moment, a sudden buzzing sound cut

drained of colour,