A Film Queen

Chapter 372

Mr. Larry, though of modest stature, bore a genial countenance, reminiscent of a benevolent Buddha. “Milly, you are the first to arrive. Kindly take your luggage inside. We’ll film the introductory segment here, then proceed to the yacht for our survival programme’s live broadcast.”

Milly nodded in comprehension and hefted her suitcase, moving towards the entrance.

Yet Bonnie, with a hint of apprehension, voiced her concerns. “Mr. Larry, this is Milly’s debut in a live variety show. She might need some extra guidance. Could you please look after her?”

Mr. Larry’s smile broadened. “Fear not, Bonnie. As a friend of Director Cameron, you are also our friend. We will ensure Milly receives all the care she needs.”

Bonnie seemed reassured and nodded. She turned to Milly, still harbouring some worry, but Milly preempted her. “Bonnie, don’t fret. I know what to do. You and Joy can head back.”

“Alright,” Bonnie agreed, albeit reluctantly.

Joy, however, stood her ground. “Milly, let me help you with your luggage.”

“No need, I can manage. It’s just one suitcase, and it’s not heavy.”

“But…”

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a flamboyant Mercedes van, which halted before them, spewing exhaust that enveloped the quartet.

The driver, adorned in a pristine white shirt and gloves, exited the vehicle and deferentially opened the rear door.

A slender figure gracefully emerged from the car.

“Long time no see, Milly.”

what the cat dragged

the Mercedes was Stephanie, adorned in ten-centimetre high stiletto heels encrusted with glittering gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared polished and exquisite, a stark

was evident that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds

arrogant demeanour, and blinked with

feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t

speechless. That line had a strangely familiar

I’ve heard that line

could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this scene!

the sorrows entwined with love, for every scar carved by hatred, I can no longer

remained oblivious to

the two women, yet Joy was painfully aware. During their previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly, and now she sought attention once

Joy interposed herself between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous

contorted with

the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with

hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion about? Why is everyone congregated

been standing to the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms.

arched in recognition.

This was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at

the elder scion of the

the sole heiress until

eyes flickering from Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity

recollection, she had never crossed paths with Hannah. Where did this sudden enmity

be… due to

her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to summon anyone else. It’s

a

discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were tightly entwined,

and the gentle warmth that usually graced