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.”

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 luxuriant waves. She appeared polished

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had been

her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here for a

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

stared at her, momentarily speechless. That line had a strangely familiar

think I’ve heard that line before in some TV

conjure an orchestral accompaniment to

entwined with love, for every scar carved by

remained oblivious to

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

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

contorted

flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a

appeared as if freshly roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion about? Why is

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

arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

familiar. This was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her expression a

scion

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

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

had never crossed paths

it be…

into a taut smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to summon anyone

a little

discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour.

pallid, and the gentle warmth that usually graced her eyes