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 cat

Stephanie, adorned in ten-centimetre high stiletto heels encrusted with glittering gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant

was evident that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds

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

cold. With the Lloyds now behind her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim everything that was mine, piece by

stared at her, momentarily speechless. That line

line

to this scene! It seemed perfectly suited for

with love, for every scar carved by hatred, I can no longer discern between

oblivious

was painfully aware. During their previous film project,

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

contorted

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

lingering on her face. “What is the commotion about? Why is everyone congregated

the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah,

in recognition. “Ms.

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

the elder scion of

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

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

never crossed paths with Hannah. Where did

it be… due

before Milly. “No

looked a little

fleeting moment, Milly discerned a profound shift in

the gentle warmth that usually graced her