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

pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared polished and exquisite, a

evident that Stephanie’s life

by her arrogant demeanour, and blinked with

needed to feign civility around Milly. Her expression

at her, momentarily speechless. That line had a strangely familiar

that line before in

accompaniment to this scene!

for every scar carved by hatred,

oblivious

aware. During their previous film project, this woman had schemed relentlessly to undermine Milly,

interposed herself between them. “Ms. Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous

visage contorted with ire.

even more flamboyantly than Stephanie, with towering heels and a gown

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

face splitting into a broad grin. “Ah, Ms. Hannah, you’ve arrived. I’ll arrange for

in

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

scion of the

had been the sole heiress until

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

in Milly’s recollection, she had never crossed paths

be…

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

looked a

discerned a profound shift in Joy’s demeanour.

and the gentle warmth that usually graced her