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

pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared polished and exquisite, a stark contrast to the girl who once

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had

her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here for a red

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

at her, momentarily speechless. That line had a

think I’ve heard that line

conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this

for every scar carved by hatred, I can no longer discern

oblivious to

the two women, yet Joy was painfully aware. During their previous film project, this

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

visage contorted with ire.

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

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

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

in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her expression a mask

elder scion of the

sense. She had been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s return. No

exquisitely made-up eyes flickering from Mr. Larry to Milly, a

had never crossed paths

it be…

a taut smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to summon anyone else.

a

that fleeting moment, Milly discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were

pallid, and the gentle warmth