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 cat dragged

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

that Stephanie’s life with the

by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you

Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim everything that was mine, piece by

stared at her, momentarily speechless. That line had a strangely familiar

I’ve heard that line

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

every scar carved by hatred, I can no longer discern

oblivious to

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

“Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It

visage contorted

adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie,

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

the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms.

arched in recognition.

the

scion of the

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

recollection, she had never crossed paths

be… due

Joy standing before Milly. “No need

looked a little

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

the gentle warmth that usually graced