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

from the 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

was evident that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had

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

longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly.

at her, momentarily speechless. That line had

think I’ve heard that line before in some TV

we could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this

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

oblivious to

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

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

visage contorted with ire.

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

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

approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived.

arched in recognition.

familiar. This was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at

scion

had been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s return.

Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them. Her hostility was so overt that Milly found it

never crossed paths with Hannah.

it be…

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

a little

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

gentle warmth that