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 cat dragged

and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared polished and exquisite, a stark contrast to the girl who once

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had been

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

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 everything that was

momentarily speechless. That line had

heard that line

orchestral accompaniment to this scene!

by hatred, I can no

oblivious

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

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

contorted with

the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown that revealed more than it

if freshly roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the

side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad

in recognition. “Ms.

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

the elder scion

it all made sense. She had been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s

sunglasses, her exquisitely made-up eyes flickering from Mr. Larry to Milly, a

paths with Hannah.

it be… due to

her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to summon anyone else. It’s too cumbersome. Let her

looked a little

shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were tightly

and the gentle warmth that usually graced her