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?

across the screen as the subject climbed to the top

was born with it all,

challenging time

elite Lloyds, how’s she always landed on her

the legendary born-rich

was deep in thought, wondering if they had confused two Stephanies from different

It seemed far-fetched, though.

looking radiant in a designer gown, making her entrance into the Lloyds’ banquet hall, flanked by a dapper young man

clearly the only one genuinely enjoying

Milly as

camera moved to the upper floor, capturing a glimpse

flash of recognition, even though it was just a quick

was sure she’d seen him

her attention back to Stephanie, curious about

gestured towards the TV, “Jordan, do you know

sipping his tea, Jordan replied, “Am I supposed

taken

of answer

chill as he cryptically remarked, “It’s just self-deception. Let her have her moment; it’s easier

Milly was speechless.

She didn’t get it.

while saying very little. Despite understanding his words individually, they made no

her gaze fixed on the TV. A

you writing?

sniffed quickly before promptly lowering her head and beginning

her up. Given his relaxed stance on the

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