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.

bore one, Mr. Larry another, Joy took her own,

a rare moment of tact purely out of the fact she could not do as she pleased given her tenuous standing following her recent

the path from courtyard to threshold was bedecked with stones-

Mr. Larry reached the portal, he panted

with legs crossed. Upon sighting them, a flicker of disdain marred her

by these

Ha!

tongue flicking over her lips with a trace of mischief in her gaze. Gradually, she slackened her hold on the suitcase and

Bang! Clang!

resounding crash

an expression of panic and dismay as she clasped her hand over her mouth, tremblingly uttering, “Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry! It was an accident-I inadvertently dropped

the drain.

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

left it brimming with water. Upon its descent, the suitcase, yielding to gravity’s sway, began its

contain her amusement, erupting in laughter

but she was actually hiding a lion beneath. She would

spying her luggage’s descent into

“How could it

my lapse, let me transport another for

naturally relieved Joy of her suitcase and endeavoured to

drain in identical fashion, accompanied by Milly’s theatrical cry, “Oops! My apologies once more, Ms. Hannah, I seem to

with a gaze pale with fury, her desire to devour

swift motion, she poised