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

heels encrusted with glittering gems, a 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 feigned happiness

Stephanie’s life with

demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here

Lloyds now behind her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression

speechless. That line had a strangely familiar ring to

line before in some TV

could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this scene!

love, for every scar carved by

oblivious

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

this is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be wise to

contorted

the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie,

roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face.

splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived. I’ll arrange

arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her expression

scion of the

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

to Milly, a glint of

paths with Hannah. Where did this sudden

be…

pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No

a

Milly discerned a profound shift in

pallid, and the gentle warmth that usually graced