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

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

by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with amusement. “Are

she no longer needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim everything that was mine, piece

speechless. That line had a strangely familiar ring to

line before

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

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

remained oblivious

project, this woman

production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be wise

contorted with

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

if freshly roused from slumber, a hint of drowsiness lingering on her face. “What is the commotion about? Why is

to the side, swiftly approached, his face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived. I’ll arrange for someone to take your luggage inside

in recognition. “Ms. Hannah…

the same woman Milly had glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her

elder scion of

been the sole heiress until Stephanie’s return. No

made-up eyes flickering from Mr. Larry to Milly, a glint of

in Milly’s recollection, she had never crossed paths with Hannah.

it be…

before Milly. “No need to summon anyone else. It’s too cumbersome. Let her

a little

profound shift in Joy’s demeanour. Her

gentle warmth that usually graced her