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

strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled

life with the Lloyds had

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

the Lloyds now behind her, she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable,

speechless. That line had a

line before in some

only we could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to

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

remained oblivious to

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

production

visage contorted

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

lingering on her face.

a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived. I’ll arrange for someone to take your

in recognition.

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

elder scion of

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

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

never crossed paths with Hannah. Where did this

be…

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

a

profound shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were tightly

pallid, and the gentle warmth that usually