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

high stiletto 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

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had been

undeterred by her arrogant demeanour,

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

momentarily speechless. That line

think I’ve heard that line before in

to this

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

oblivious to

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

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

contorted

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

drowsiness lingering on her face. “What

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

eyebrow arched in recognition.

on television, the one who had appeared alongside

scion

it all made sense. She had been the sole

eyes flickering from Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them.

paths

it be… due to

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

looked a little

discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour.

pallid, and the gentle warmth that usually graced