A Film Queen

Chapter 373

Bonnie grasped the full weight of the situation keenly. In the realm of entertainment, reverence for hierarchy held utmost sway. A clash with Hannah today could render even the Burnetts’ patronage inadequate amidst the perilous currents of showbiz.

Joy seized Milly’s sleeve urgently, her eyes shimmering with beseeching hues. “Milly, let it pass. I’ll handle it, no trouble.”

Milly’s countenance flared with ire. She acknowledged Bonnie and Joy’s goodwill, yet Hannah’s lofty demeanour kindled a fury uncontainable within her.

Hannah swiftly freed herself from Milly’s grip, lightly tapping the suitcase with nails painted in deep crimson. “If you’re going to work, hasten your steps. Time is fleeting.”

With that, she strode indoors on lofty heels, her bearing akin to a triumphant cockerel.

Mr. Larry appeared stunned by Hannah’s audacious conduct. Despite being the visage of their programme, he dared not confront her. Their modest variety show relied heavily upon her following.

Thus unfolded the way of the world of entertainment-prestige dictated verity.

“Er, yes…” Mr. Larry stood awkwardly in place. “I’ll assist with the transport. Together, swiftly shall we proceed.”

He sought a nonchalant air, yet beholding Hannah’s vast trunks, his smile waned. This was no holiday jaunt but a survival

challenge. Laden with such baggage on a desolate isle, it was nought but an onerous burden.

Clearly, the doyenne of the silver screen harboured distinct plans.

Larry another, Joy took her own, and Milly grasped the smallest. Bonnie aided Milly

the fact she could not do as she pleased given her tenuous standing following her recent return to the

manageable, yet the path from courtyard to threshold was

stalwart Mr. Larry reached the

Hannah reclined elegantly in the parlour, sipping tea with legs crossed. Upon sighting them, a flicker of disdain marred

luggage by these she deemed were mere peasants.

Ha!

a trace of mischief in

Bang! Clang!

resounding crash seized

panic and dismay as she clasped her hand over her mouth, tremblingly

drain. What shall we

of the dwelling appeared rather rudimentary, suggesting the former inhabitant had never intended an extended stay, thereby

door lay an exposed drain. Coincidentally, recent heavy rains had left it brimming with water. Upon its descent, the suitcase, yielding to

not contain her amusement,

harmless little lamb, but she was

countenance flushing green with wrath upon spying her luggage’s descent into the doorstep drain.

expression, “How could it be deliberate? I genuinely meant to aid Miss Hannah. It was truly an

to atone for my lapse, let me transport

relieved Joy of her

the suitcase once more cascaded into the drain in identical fashion, accompanied by Milly’s theatrical cry, “Oops! My apologies once

with fury, her desire

swift motion, she poised