A Film Queen

Chapter 374

Stephanie observed the growing discord between Milly and Hannah with a sense of inward glee.

Her original scheme had been to use Hannah as an unwitting pawn against Milly, but fortune had smiled upon her, rendering such machinations unnecessary.

Hannah… Milly…

With the animosity between Milly and Hannah already set in motion, Stephanie stood to gain, no matter the outcome.

The air in the room grew thick with tension after the recent confrontation. Director Cameron, the director, found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to mend the fractured atmosphere.

The oppressive silence was broken by the sound of footsteps nearing the entrance. A slight young woman entered, her suitcase trailing behind her, and bowed deeply. “Greetings, everyone. I am Dakota Jennings, an artist with Dreamweaver Entertainment. I hope we can all work well together.”

Director Cameron, seizing the chance to break the tension, swiftly stood and welcomed her with a warm smile. “Please, come in. We are all friends here; no need for such formality.”

Dakota offered a timid smile, her gaze then landing upon Hannah. Her eyes brightened with excitement. “Oh my goodness, is it truly Ms. Hannah? I am a huge fan! May I have your autograph?”

Her eyes shone with genuine admiration, the quintessential look of a devoted admirer.

This effusive adulation mollified Hannah’s earlier ire, her features softening. “Certainly. I’ll give you a signed photograph later.”

Hannah’s manner was imperious, as if bestowing favour upon a subject.

Dakota, however, seemed delighted, oblivious to any condescension. She hovered near Hannah, lavishing her with praise, while the others in the room were momentarily ignored.

rest paid little mind to this exchange,

alone furrowed her brow, contemplating

Could this be the very company Jordan had founded, or merely

a new sound echoed

identity of the new arrivals, Stephanie, who had thus far remained inconspicuous, suddenly leapt to her feet, her voice brimming with elation. “Matt! Is it truly

it

that materialised at the threshold was unmistakably Matthew. His appearance was uncharacteristically groomed, his hair no longer the usual tousled

broad smile spread across Matthew’s face. “Stephanie,

moment I heard you were returning, I rescheduled my commitments just to be here with you. Aren’t I

on Stephanie, as if she were his beloved sister. His complete disregard

enthusiasm, her voice intentionally loud. “Yes, Matt,

thinly veiled message aimed at a particular audience.

inform her of the participant list. Had she known about these two, she would have come prepared

complain to Bonnie

exuded warmth on one side, the other newcomer who accompanied Matthew exuded an icy detachment. He entered silently, dragging his

tall, standing at about six feet three, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His loose,

imposing, frosty charisma, filling the room with an

paused, struck by a sense of familiarity in his imposing

as she was about to rise for a closer look, the man lifted his head, meeting her gaze. His features were unfamiliar-it

quite handsome, but in the realm of entertainment, teeming with extraordinary beauty, he seemed rather

over Milly, as if her heart had

a shake of her head, she castigated herself for entertaining such foolish notions. How absurd to imagine that George, entangled in myriad responsibilities, would deign to attend a trivial entertainment show. Her musings had indeed taken a fanciful, perhaps even

reverie was interrupted by the looming shadow of a figure. “Hello, is this seat occupied?”

instinctively, Milly glanced up to find the very same young man she had been ruminating over. His presence was imposing, his gaze unwavering and slightly