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

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,

evident that Stephanie’s life with

demeanour,

With the Lloyds now behind her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly.

speechless. That line had

line

an orchestral accompaniment to this scene! It seemed perfectly

carved by hatred, I can no longer discern between

oblivious

was painfully aware. During their previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly, and now she sought attention

herself between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be wise

visage contorted with

even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown

drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is

his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah,

arched in recognition. “Ms.

same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had

scion of

She had been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s

to Milly, a glint of

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

be… due

smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No

a little

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

warmth that usually