A Film Queen

Chapter 372

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 cat

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

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had been

a discerning gaze over her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour,

needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim everything

speechless. That line had a

that line before in

to

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

remained oblivious

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

hesitation, Joy interposed herself between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be

visage contorted with

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

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

the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived. I’ll arrange for someone to take your

eyebrow arched in

glimpsed on television, the one who

the elder scion

all made sense. She had been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s return.

Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them. Her hostility was

paths with Hannah. Where did

be… due to

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

looked a little

that fleeting moment, Milly discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were tightly

the gentle warmth that usually graced her

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