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 dragged

Stephanie, adorned in ten-centimetre high stiletto heels encrusted with glittering gems, a pink strapless high-fashion dress, and her hair styled in luxuriant waves. She appeared

that Stephanie’s life with the Lloyds

her, undeterred by her arrogant demeanour,

to feign civility around Milly. Her expression hardened. “Don’t get too comfortable, Milly. I will reclaim everything that was mine,

That line had

think I’ve heard that line before in some TV

we could conjure an orchestral accompaniment to this

entwined with love, for every scar carved by hatred, I

oblivious to

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

Stephanie, this is a production site. Numerous cameras are rolling. It would be

contorted

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

of drowsiness lingering

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

arched in recognition. “Ms.

glimpsed on television, the one who had appeared alongside Stephanie at the Lloyds’ gala, her expression a

the elder scion of

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

Milly, a glint of animosity sparking within them. Her hostility was so overt that Milly

had never crossed paths

it be… due

smile, her alabaster finger pointing at Joy standing before Milly. “No need to summon anyone else.

looked a

that fleeting moment, Milly discerned a profound shift

gentle warmth that