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

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

that Stephanie’s life with the

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

she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly.

speechless. That line had a strangely familiar ring

I’ve heard that line

to this scene! It seemed perfectly

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

remained oblivious to

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

Stephanie, this is a production

contorted with

even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown that revealed

of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is

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

arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

seemed familiar. This was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the

scion of the

all made sense. She had been the sole heiress until

a glint of animosity

had never crossed paths with Hannah. Where did

it be… due to

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

looked a

moment, Milly discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour.

and the gentle warmth that usually