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.

another, Joy took her own, and Milly

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

a lone suitcase manageable, yet the path from courtyard to threshold was bedecked with stones- charming,

time the stalwart Mr. Larry reached the portal, he panted

the parlour, sipping tea with legs crossed.

hauling her luggage by these she deemed were mere peasants. was tantamount

Ha!

laughter, her tongue flicking over her lips with a trace of mischief in her gaze. Gradually, she slackened

Bang! Clang!

crash seized everyone’s

now, Milly’s countenance betrayed no trace of ill will; instead, it wore 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

the drain. What shall we

rudimentary, suggesting the former inhabitant had never intended an extended stay, thereby economising on

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

Bonnie could not contain her amusement, erupting in

well understood Milly’s penchant for appearing as a harmless little lamb, but she

green with wrath upon spying her luggage’s descent into the doorstep drain. Clenching her teeth, she fixed a

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

well then, to atone for my lapse, let me transport another for you, Ms.

she naturally relieved Joy of her suitcase

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

a gaze pale with fury, her desire to devour her adversary

a swift motion, she poised her