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

ten-centimetre high stiletto heels encrusted with glittering gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared polished

evident that Stephanie’s life with

demeanour, and

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

speechless. That line

think I’ve heard that line before in some

only we could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this scene! It

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

oblivious to

film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly, and now she sought attention once

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

contorted with

figure alighted from the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than

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

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

eyebrow arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

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

elder scion of

it all made sense. She had been the sole heiress

Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them. Her

crossed paths with Hannah. Where did this sudden enmity

it be… due to

finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to

looked a

Milly discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour.

pallid, and the gentle warmth that