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

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

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had been

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

her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t

at her, momentarily speechless. That line

line before in

orchestral accompaniment to this scene! It seemed perfectly suited

scar carved by hatred, I can no longer discern between the sanguine and

oblivious

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

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

contorted with

figure alighted from the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels

of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion

swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad

arched in

television, the one who had appeared

elder scion of the

it all made sense. She had been the

to Milly, a glint of

Milly’s recollection, she had never crossed paths with Hannah. Where

it be… due to

lips curled into a taut smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to summon anyone else. It’s too cumbersome. Let her

a

discerned a profound shift in Joy’s

the gentle warmth that usually graced