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

that Stephanie’s life

her arrogant demeanour, and

longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression

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

I’ve heard that line

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

all the sorrows entwined with love, for every scar carved by

remained oblivious

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

Joy interposed herself between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production

contorted with ire.

figure alighted from the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown that revealed

a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face.

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

in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the

elder scion of the

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

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

never crossed paths with Hannah. Where did this sudden

be… due to

lips curled into a taut smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before

a

Milly discerned a profound shift in

the gentle warmth that usually graced