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.

paid little mind to this exchange, well-versed in such

her brow, contemplating Dakota’s

be the very company Jordan had founded, or merely

new sound echoed from the doorway, heralding the entrance of

had thus far remained inconspicuous, suddenly leapt to her feet, her voice brimming with

it

appearance was uncharacteristically groomed, his hair no longer the

a broad smile spread across Matthew’s face.

I rescheduled my commitments just to be here

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

exaggerated enthusiasm, her voice intentionally

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

the

mounting. She resolved to complain to Bonnie later, ensuring Director Cameron would no longer

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

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

filling the room with an inexplicable

in his

a closer look, the man lifted his head, meeting her gaze. His features were unfamiliar-it was a face she had

world, he would be considered quite handsome, but in the realm of entertainment, teeming with extraordinary beauty, he

Milly, as if her heart

entangled in

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

very same young man she had been ruminating over. His presence was imposing, his gaze unwavering and