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?

the screen as the subject climbed to the top of

born with it all,

think her most challenging time was the ten months before

the elite Lloyds, how’s

the legendary

was deep in thought, wondering if they had confused two Stephanies from different affluent families, not just the

It seemed far-fetched, though.

banquet hall, flanked by a dapper young man and another girl in a similarly impressive dress, though she

was clearly the only one genuinely enjoying

struck Milly

upper floor, capturing a glimpse of a figure in

flash of recognition, even though

seen him somewhere

her attention back to Stephanie, curious about

the TV, “Jordan, do you know anything about

tea, Jordan replied,

taken

of answer

as he cryptically remarked, “It’s just self-deception. Let her have

Milly was speechless.

She didn’t get it.

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

resting on the little girl still innocently sprawled on the stool, her gaze fixed on the TV. A soft glimmer of affection flickered in his eyes despite the stern

you writing? No writing, no

promptly lowering her head and beginning to write

up. Given

Stephanie’s impact was