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 dragged

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

Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had been

a discerning gaze over her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are

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

momentarily speechless. That line had a strangely

that line before

conjure an orchestral accompaniment to

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

oblivious

previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly, and

them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras

contorted with ire.

alighted from the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels

a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion

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

arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her expression a

the elder scion of the

been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s return. No wonder her anger

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

never crossed paths

it be…

standing before Milly. “No

a little

profound shift in

warmth that usually graced her