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

and her hair styled in luxuriant waves.

that Stephanie’s life with the

by her arrogant demeanour,

was cold. With the Lloyds now behind her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her

That line had

think I’ve heard that line before in some TV

an orchestral accompaniment to this

all the sorrows entwined with love, for every scar carved by hatred, I can no longer

oblivious to

Joy was painfully aware. During their previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly,

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

contorted with ire.

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

roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion

who had been standing to the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms.

eyebrow arched in recognition. “Ms.

the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside

the elder scion of the

She had been the sole heiress until

flickering from Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them.

Milly’s recollection, she had never crossed paths with

it be… due

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

looked a

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

the gentle warmth that usually graced her