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

ten-centimetre high stiletto heels encrusted with glittering gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in

Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds

gaze over her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with

civility around Milly. Her expression hardened.

momentarily speechless. That line had a strangely familiar

that line before

an orchestral accompaniment to

for every scar carved by hatred,

remained oblivious to

aware. During their previous film project, this woman

hesitation, Joy interposed herself between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be

visage contorted with

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

slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion about?

who had been standing to the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived. I’ll arrange for someone to

arched in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

This was the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had

the elder scion

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

sunglasses, her 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

it be…

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

a little

a profound shift in Joy’s

pallid, and the gentle warmth that usually