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.

to this exchange, well-versed in such

alone furrowed her brow, contemplating

very company Jordan had founded, or

sound echoed from

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 be

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

Stephanie, a broad smile spread across Matthew’s face. “Stephanie, when the producers extended

was reluctant. But the moment I heard you were returning, I rescheduled my commitments just to be here with

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

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

tone was a thinly veiled message aimed

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

her frustration mounting. She resolved to complain to

newcomer who accompanied Matthew exuded an icy detachment. He entered silently,

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

filling the

struck by a sense of familiarity in his imposing presence and build. Could it

head, meeting her gaze. His

considered quite handsome, but in the realm of entertainment, teeming

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

in myriad responsibilities, would deign to attend a trivial entertainment show. Her musings had indeed taken a fanciful, perhaps even deranged,

figure. “Hello, is this seat occupied?” inquired a deep, resonant voice,

up to find the very same young man she had been ruminating over. His presence was imposing, his gaze unwavering and slightly disquieting. Flustered, she diverted her eyes and muttered,