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

with glittering gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She

that Stephanie’s life with the

gaze over her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here

her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim

her, momentarily speechless. That line had a strangely familiar

I’ve heard that line before in some TV

orchestral accompaniment to this scene! It

for every scar carved by hatred, I can no

oblivious

the two women, yet Joy was painfully aware. During their previous film project, this woman had schemed

is a production site. Numerous cameras

visage contorted

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

roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her

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

eyebrow arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside

the elder scion of

the sole heiress until Stephanie’s

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

she had never crossed paths with Hannah. Where did this sudden

be… due to

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

a little

profound shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were

and the gentle warmth that usually graced her eyes