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

dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared polished and

life with the Lloyds

demeanour, and blinked with amusement.

the Lloyds now behind her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t

at her, momentarily speechless. That line

that line before in

conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this scene! It seemed perfectly suited

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

remained oblivious

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

between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras are

visage contorted with

more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown that revealed more than it

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

into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms.

in recognition. “Ms.

wonder she seemed familiar. This was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her expression a mask of

elder scion of

the sole

a glint of animosity sparking within them. Her hostility was so overt that

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

be… due

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

a little

shift in

warmth that usually graced her