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.

mind to this exchange, well-versed in

her brow, contemplating Dakota’s

the very company Jordan had founded, or merely

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

the 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 mess but

a broad smile spread across Matthew’s

I heard you were returning, I rescheduled my commitments

as if she were his

the attention, nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm, her voice intentionally loud. “Yes,

demonstrative tone was a thinly veiled message aimed

their camaraderie, but from the director’s failure to inform her of the

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

newcomer who accompanied Matthew exuded an icy detachment. He entered silently, dragging his suitcase, offering no

standing at about six feet three, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His loose, casual attire somehow accentuated

charisma, filling

in his imposing presence and

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

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

over Milly, as if her heart had briefly been burdened with a

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,

of a figure. “Hello, is this seat occupied?” inquired a deep, resonant voice, tinged with an undercurrent of

she had been ruminating over. His presence was imposing, his gaze unwavering and slightly disquieting. Flustered,