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

gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared

was evident that Stephanie’s life

a discerning gaze over her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here for a red carpet

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 had

I’ve heard that line before in

could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to

every scar carved by hatred, I can

oblivious to

painfully aware. During their previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly, and now she sought attention

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

contorted

more flamboyantly than

drowsiness lingering on her face. “What

swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah,

arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside

the elder scion of the

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

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

crossed paths

it be… due to

pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to summon anyone else. It’s too cumbersome. Let her carry it

a

shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers

pallid, and the gentle warmth that usually graced her