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

with glittering gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared polished and exquisite, a stark contrast to the girl who once feigned

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds had

by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are you here for a red

Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly.

stared at her, momentarily speechless. That line had a

think I’ve heard that line before in some TV

we could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this scene! It seemed perfectly suited for

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

remained oblivious to

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

production

visage contorted with

even more flamboyantly than

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

approached, his face splitting into a broad

eyebrow arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

glimpsed on television, the one who had

the elder scion of the

made sense. She had been the sole

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

paths with Hannah. Where did this

be…

lips curled into a taut smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No

a little

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

gentle warmth that usually