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

strapless high-fashion dress, and her

life with the Lloyds had been

undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked

around Milly.

That line had a strangely

think I’ve heard that line

to this scene! It seemed perfectly suited for such

every scar carved by hatred, I

remained oblivious

their previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly,

hesitation, Joy interposed herself between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be wise to mind your

contorted with ire.

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

freshly roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her

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

arched in recognition. “Ms.

familiar. This was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one

the elder scion of the

She had been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s

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

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

it be…

a taut smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before

a little

profound shift in Joy’s

pallid, and the gentle warmth that