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

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

evident that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had been

demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here for a

around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim everything

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

that line before in some

to this

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

oblivious to

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

is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be wise to mind

visage contorted

from the vehicle, adorned even more flamboyantly than

appeared as if freshly roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her

broad

arched in recognition. “Ms.

the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one

scion

made sense. She had been the sole heiress until

Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them. Her hostility

recollection, she had never crossed paths with

be… due

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

looked a little

fleeting moment, Milly discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were tightly entwined,

the gentle warmth that usually graced her