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

the Mercedes was Stephanie, adorned in ten-centimetre 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

Stephanie’s life

a discerning gaze over her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here

Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I

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

that line

an orchestral accompaniment to this scene! It seemed perfectly

for every scar carved by

remained oblivious

aware. During their previous film project, this woman had schemed

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

contorted with

moment, another figure alighted from the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than

freshly roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering

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

in

was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’

the elder scion of

it all made sense. She had been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s return. No wonder

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

never crossed paths with Hannah. Where did this sudden

be…

before Milly. “No need to summon

a little

discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour.

warmth that usually graced her eyes