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

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

evident that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had

by her arrogant demeanour,

needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened.

speechless. That line had a strangely

that line before in

could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this scene!

love, for every scar carved by hatred, I can no longer discern between the sanguine and the

oblivious

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

“Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras

contorted

than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown that revealed more

roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What

his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms.

eyebrow arched in recognition.

the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her

the elder scion of

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

from Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of animosity sparking

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

it be… due

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

a little

shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her fingers were tightly entwined,

and the gentle warmth