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.

little mind to this exchange, well-versed in such interactions within the

furrowed her brow, contemplating Dakota’s

the very company Jordan

potential connection, a new sound echoed from the doorway, heralding the entrance of two

to her feet, her voice brimming with elation. “Matt! Is it truly you? Are you joining this

it be

was uncharacteristically groomed, his hair no longer the usual tousled mess but styled with

spread across Matthew’s

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

solely on Stephanie, as if she were his beloved sister. His complete disregard for Milly’s presence

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

a thinly veiled message aimed at a particular audience. Its intended target

surge of irritation, not from envy of their camaraderie, but from the director’s failure to inform her of the participant list. Had she known about these two, she would have come prepared with a blindfold to shield herself from

director’s playing favourites, she thought, her frustration mounting. She resolved to complain to Bonnie later, ensuring Director Cameron would no longer be considered

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

to a

frosty charisma, filling the room with an

paused, struck by a sense of familiarity in

closer look, the man lifted his head, meeting her gaze. His features

quite handsome, but in the realm of entertainment, teeming with extraordinary

sense of disillusionment swept over Milly, as if her heart had

to imagine that George, entangled in myriad responsibilities, would deign

this seat occupied?” inquired a

presence was imposing, his gaze