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.”

the cat dragged

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 contrast to the

evident that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had

a discerning gaze over her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here for a red carpet

cold. With the Lloyds now behind her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim everything that was mine, piece

speechless. That line had a

heard that line

accompaniment to this scene! It

every scar carved by hatred, I can no longer discern between the sanguine and

remained oblivious to

previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly, and now she sought attention once

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

visage contorted

alighted from the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown that revealed more

if freshly roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion about?

who had been standing to the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived. I’ll arrange

arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the

the elder scion of

the sole heiress until Stephanie’s return. No wonder her

her oversized sunglasses, her exquisitely made-up eyes flickering from Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them. Her hostility was so

in Milly’s recollection, she had never crossed paths with Hannah.

it be… due to

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

a

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

gentle warmth that usually graced