A Film Queen

Chapter 370

“Milly, you done writing?”

Milly gave a timid chuckle, pulling her head back just a bit and feeling embarrassed. Yet, her curiosity kept winning over as her gaze drifted back to the TV. “Um, just searching for some inspiration. I’ve barely hit a thousand words, but I’ll wrap it up shortly.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow at the smattering of black ink on the pristine A4 paper.

“Less than a thousand words?”

Milly made a face. “Okay, twenty-five words. But honestly, it’s not a lot.”

Jordan just looked at her.

Afraid he might kick her out, Milly quickly added, “Look, Jordan, trust me, I can write just about anywhere. Just not here. This corner’s too gloomy. It’s messing with my eyes.”

In the Burnetts’ mansion, every corner was bathed in light from specifically chosen bulbs – dimness wasn’t a thing.

Jordan obviously saw through her excuse but didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Alright, you can stay here and write, but keep your distance from the TV. Move back some.”

Milly’s face brightened. “Thanks, Jordan.”

She kept her gaze glued to the TV, watching different reporters fervently talk about Stephanie’s enigmatic past. Envy was written all over everyone’s faces, with no attempt to hide it.

Since when did Stephanie get to be the Lloyds’ heiress?

Is this the main character’s privilege at play? Could the Burnetts even compete, or is it time to jump ship?

Is that even an option?

flashed across the screen as the subject climbed

Stephanie was born with it

her most challenging time was the ten months

elite Lloyds, how’s she always landed on her

the

wondering if they had confused two Stephanies from different

It seemed far-fetched, though.

in a designer gown, making her entrance into the Lloyds’ banquet hall, flanked by a dapper young man and another girl in a similarly impressive dress, though she appeared

only one genuinely

Milly

to the upper floor, capturing a glimpse of

flash of recognition, even though

him somewhere before but

Milly turned her attention back to Stephanie, curious about

towards the TV, “Jordan, do you know anything about

Jordan replied, “Am I supposed

taken

kind of answer

just self-deception. Let her have

Milly was speechless.

She didn’t get it.

to say a lot while saying very little. Despite understanding his words individually, they made no sense to

still innocently sprawled on the stool, her gaze fixed on the TV. A soft glimmer of affection flickered in his

you writing? No writing,

sniffed quickly before promptly lowering her

Given his relaxed stance on the issue, it

her hands on some top-notch intel, Stephanie’s impact was minimal without a solid network supporting