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.

the denouement, the Lloyds’ chauffeur bore one, Mr. Larry another, Joy took her own, and Milly grasped the smallest. Bonnie aided

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

the path from courtyard to threshold was bedecked with stones- charming, yet

the time the stalwart Mr. Larry reached the

parlour, sipping tea with legs crossed. Upon sighting them,

appeared as though the act of hauling her luggage by these she deemed were mere peasants. was tantamount to a

Ha!

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

Bang! Clang!

crash

will; instead, it wore an expression of panic and dismay as she clasped her hand

drain. What

rather rudimentary, suggesting the former inhabitant had

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

could not contain her amusement, erupting

little lamb, but she was actually hiding a

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

“How could it be deliberate? I

my lapse, let me transport another

her suitcase and endeavoured to

Milly’s theatrical cry,

pale with fury, her desire

a swift motion, she poised her hand to strike